Wisdom of The Grass

Not a chamomile.
A coatbuttons swaying wild,
Through seasons and winds—
Thousands of its seeds travel
To spread wisdom of the grass.

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Is there anything called limit in earning wisdom? No. Even to realise that a coatbuttons grass is a bearer of wisdom.

That good life doesn’t have to always look great and glamorous. It’s about realising that a tiny dust makes a universe a whole.

That beautiful life isn’t without challenges. Through the patience of accepting what’s now and consistently inspiring through little humble thing I know what’s being human.

That being strong isn’t about beating others in competitions. The real competition is about becoming a better version of myself every day in where I’m sitting.

That inspiration isn’t always when people call me successful. Being a success is making small decisions for myself that helps others grow at the same time leaves good vibes to myself for more little steps to a place called homely future.

Chamomile tea sipped by aristocrats in afternoon tea tastes elegant and upper class. Yet coatbuttons dancing in a disturbed lawn bear thousands of wisdom to ponder. It’s about choice of journey though, not right or wrong.

May all beings be happy.

Al Fatihah to celebrating souls on earth. 🙏🏼