Cracks on the door
Have you ever tried to close your eyes with your hands? If we keep our fingers tight, light finds no way, but if we loosen our ties between the fingers, we can see the golden glow of light. We have all played hide and seek. Isn't it? We have all gone and hid ourselves behind the doors. Yes. If the door is shut tight, we fear the darkness that dwells there. We suffocate as air becomes scarce inside. But if we allow a small opening, light makes its way through, as does the ray of hope in our hearts. The air also manages to keep us alive. These small childhood experiences refreshed me as I happened to read these lines from Sufi teacher, philosopher, and poet Rumi. "The wound is the place where the light enters you." We have all seen a bud. It is well protected within the green sepals. We do not know how it would look until it is a bud. But as it grows, the bud stretches and cracks appear in the sepals, which allows us to see streaks of the colour of the flower to be bloomed.