“Refusal to accept the flow of the world is the root of all misery. This it (your ego) is with you, Anjuna. You want to control the world. You want the world to behave as you wish. It does not, hence your anger and your grief.” ~ The Bhagavad Gita
Before the sun rises, I took the narrow road through the woods. It was uphill and as I was carrying weight, I was slow in my movement. The trees were standing like giants protecting the silence of the forest. In some time, the fog came down from the sky to engulf the trees, the grass, the tiny road and me. I could not see the branches and the leaves of the giants as they have been covered by the fog. As I go up, the place was transforming to an alien land with hundreds of mysterious pillars of unfathomable height reached to opaque sky. And then I saw the lake. The sacred lake, they called it. The water, the trees, the entire valley, and the time stopped there. I was slowly immersed by the silence of that place.
I felt peace. Maybe I felt that peace of mind what Krishna advised Arjuna thousands of years ago in the battle of Kurukshetra. The peace in your mind to fight a battle without anger, kill
people without hatred. The desires, love, hatred, anger went into oblivion from my mind; only peace prevailed.
Beside the lake, I saw a lonely white flower covered with dew. While plucking it, I felt no desire to pluck it. Suddenly the fog disappeared, and the water of the lake turned red.
The sun also rises.