Music In The Garden

This winter time of Malawi-Zambia is really cold, but also something that I enjoy a lot. This morning, it was windy and cold. I sat down under a huge tree, trying to settle down and get used to the temperature. Then I leaned on the tree and rested my head on its body. What a security! I felt a tremendous relief and calmness, but also inner peace and silence. It seemed my senses were getting connected with the surrounding.

Everything became quiet, my soul became quiet and even my whole body became quiet. I just allowed myself to be completely embraced by the cold breeze and my face kissed by the wind. My heart became quiet too. I felt that interconnectedness, that we are just one part of God’s creation.

My senses became stronger, more sensitive. My eyes were closed but I was seeing the surrounding. I smelled the natural scent of nature, the rotten leaves, the scent of fresh leaves and the scent of nature carried by the wind.

My lips quivered, not saying any word, but communicating something I cannot describe. I was so engrossed in my silence but my mind was telling something.

Above all, my ears were the most attentive. I was hearing the swaying of leaves, the falling of dry leaves, the tiny little insects crawling. I was hearing the whispering wind into my ears, the swaying of grasses, the crickets, the flaps of grasshoppers, the flies and little bees and the rejoicing of the leaves above me.

There is harmony in nature. There is music in the garden. They were singing and rejoicing. I could even feel the sighs of trees and their breathings. Nature speaks, sings and dances.

When our hearts are quiet, mind is at peace and serene, body relaxed and attentive, senses are opening, introducing us to the music of nature in the garden.

Probably this is what is in the Garden of Heaven. Peace is flowing like a river and heart is quiet in its fullness. Then the orchestra of nature plays, the strumming of the leaves, the tenor of the wind blows and its softness of its touch and in our ears. There is the bass of insects, the violin of grasses. Each nature plays its own part. But we will never hear them and appreciate the beauty of their song if there is noise in our hearts.

One day, when my life ends, I will join nature. I will play my own instrument, and create music in the garden.