This is my favorite painting.
The original is at University of Arizona.
The Irony behind this painting it also has another title.
That the other title of this painting is — Gift to God.
I was mesmerized by this artwork and drawn to the other work done by Georgia O’ keeffe.
If there was a favorite artist for this soul this existed in the divine order of the universe, and was not a coincidence.
And as with the words of Albert Einstein, ‘Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.’
If your mind is a garden and your thoughts are the seeds is that fruit possible?
If your mind was a canvas will the colors you would paint look like tomorrow?
If your mind reflected that infront of you be it that roots one unite with.
The simple truth is no ones lives are without imperfections. Perfection is something that is achieved. Mind you the world and this universe is also around. The grass might be green but choices you make can collapse, alter, adapt, rebuild and roll over.
What you acheived is what was once collapsed.
How much did you see? It helps to know what you saw and understood.
karma brahmodbhavaḿ viddhi brahmākṣara-samudbhavam
tasmat sarvagatam brahma nityam yajne pratisthitam
Karma — the past actions
Barhmodbhavam — are the vast dwelling of Brahma
Viddhi — the way it is or the manner in which
Brahmaksara – brahma’s writing of letters or fate
Samudbhavam —- like the ocean.
Tasmat — therefore
Sarvagatam — the entire past
Brahma –is with brahma
Nityam — we are eternally
Yajne — sacrificing
Pratisthitam — for the status of reputation.
The past actions rest in the vast dwelling of brahma, the manner in which brahma’s writing of letters (our fate) is like the ocean. Therefore the entire past is with Brahma, we are eternally sacrificing, for the status of reputation or for our reputation.
What it says in Prabhupada’s Gita about Text 3.15
Regulated activities are prescribed in the vedas, and the vedas are directly manifested from the supreme personality of Godhead. Consquently the all-pervading transcendence is eternally situated in acts of sacrifice.
The beauty of understanding our own lives looks like this in the end. Satyam Shivam Sundaram