Short Story Archive for Nature:

nature’s bounty

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Trees draw me
With their indomitable
Voiceless aspirations
Reaching for sky
No holds, barred
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This beauty was shot in Costa Rica

The Priestess

Ahorangi the enlightened one was purring..  For once Chief Haki (justice, truth) was able to satiate her ferocious sexual appetite and she did not have to pretend.  She loved the chief for his wisdom and hunting prowess.  He was the sword and she was the shield.  They made a formidable team.  Today her powers were at their zenith.  It was full moon.

 

 

Ahorangi’s beauty was at its peak.  She had sea green eyes and a lithe brown body that oozed sexual energy.  She was a magnetic allure with hidden valleys and perilous plateaux. Younger men of the tribe only dared to venture into this paradise in their dreams.  Ahorangi was the high priestess of the tribe, a savant who communed with nature, the elements and forest spirits.  She was also a healer and her finger tips oozed energy that could soothe or sear.  No one dared to mess with her.

 

 

The forest was a beehive of activity.  The monkeys, trapeze artists that they were, swung on high from one tree limb to another.  The chameleons were lazing in siesta mode on branches after bellyful of succulent insect dinner.  Their threadlike tongues darted in and out in bliss as though burping.  The gnarled old tree housed birds of paradise and looked like a patchy rainbow umbrella.  The belly of the tree trunk housed a family of owls with two nestlings.  The adult owls fiercely protected their offspring from foxes and feral cats

hurriedly honing their self preservation and hunting skills.  The python simply hung around listening to the chatter. Huge bright butterflies daintily hovered over flowers like mini ballerinas.  Wild mushrooms grew here and there.  Toads and tadpoles riveted all over the creek nearby seated on lily pads.  The tribal huts were standing in semi circle in a huge clearing but did not appear intrusive as they blended into the forest as if they belonged. 

 

 

Tiny Maya was biting her quivering lips as tears threatened to spill out of her bewildered eyes.  Today step mom Lila had been more cruel than usual.  Her step brother Nandu had given his lunch box to Maya who had not eaten in two days.  Four year old Nandu did not understand why Maya who was older by a year was not fed properly.  All she got was abuses and curses like “Wish you had perished with your mother.! One less mouth to feed” Lila would shout once too often.  Maya would curl up within herself attempting to become invisible.

 

Five year old Maya was small built.  She wore hand me downs, had a curly top, large brown wide set eyes and had two front teeth missing.  She still looked cherubic and being sunny by nature, tried to make the best of her unpleasant life.  Their father was a clerk at the local bank and a harassed henpecked of a man.  Only once in a blue moon he would ruffle Maya’s hair and give her a guilty forlorn look.  Maya would even welcome this sliver of love and hug him tight.  The only real love she been given was by granny who had lived in a tiny hut nearby but who had now joined her departed daughter, Maya’s mom.  Granny had luckily fed her well as long as she was alive and even groomed her curly rebellious top.  Now she felt truly orphaned.  Maya decided to runaway as she was so unwanted.  She walked and walked until she reached the forest.  After walking a bit more, she fell asleep under the gnarled old tree. 

 

The decibel level in the forest had risen very high.  Every creature was jabbering away.  They were all curious to know who she was.  Ahorangi heard this commotion and decided to investigate.  Somehow she felt it in her heart that she had arrived.  Ahorangi by her divination had been waiting for this little girl.  She was the chosen one and the predictions had been made when Ahorangi herself was a young girl.  She could safely pass on her knowledge and powers to this worthy one.  She had to test her and then train her in the tribal ways.

 

 

Maya opened her eyes and found herself looking at a beautiful lady.  Her clothes were odd but she saw love in her eyes.  Maya said “are you the one granny had promised to send from heaven?”.  Ahorangi nods and asks her name. When Maya tells her name, Ahorangi is happy as per the prediction it had to begin with “M” Then she gently takes Maya’s hand and turns it  palm side up.  She reads her lines and is delighted.  The last test was that special “chant” which she had to know.  She says, child did your grandmother teach you any song or a lullaby?  Maya nods and starts chanting in a sing song way “  Om Mani Padme Hum,  Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani Padme Hum and then next   om amogha vairocana mahamudra manipadma jvala pravarttaya hum

 

Ahorangi was satisfied.  Maya had kept her tryst with destiny.  The future high priestess had come home.

 

The Jungle celebrated her arrival with fun and frolic dancing to the lilting songs sung by the mesmerising Ahorangi and Maya clapped in delight.  She was laughing wholeheartedly for the first time in her life.  She forgot her past.  Nandu was the only one who missed her.  Soon this memory too faded.

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(pictures from internet)

 

 

 

*(1)Om Mani Padme Hum

 

Tibetan Buddhists believe that saying the mantra (prayer), Om Mani Padme Hum, out loud or silently to oneself, invokes the powerful benevolent attention and blessings of Chenrezig, the embodiment of compassion. Viewing the written form of the mantra is said to have the same effect — it is often carved into stones, like the one pictured above, and placed where people can see them. 

Spinning the written form of the mantra around in a Mani wheel (or prayer wheel) is also believed to give the same benefit as saying the mantra, and Mani wheels, small hand wheels and large wheels with millions of copies of the mantra inside, are found everywhere in the lands influenced by Tibetan Buddhism.

 

 

*(2) om amogha vairocana mahamudra manipadma jvala pravarttaya hum

 

The translation of this mantra is Praise be to the unfailing, all-pervasive illumination of the  great mudra (or seal of the Buddha), the jewel, the lotus, and the radiant light turning (or existing in our world). It is believed in Shingon Buddhism that if one chants this mantra without ego, and with sincere devotion and clarity of mind,  Vairocana Buddha will place his seal upon the chanter, thus dispelling all ignorance and delusion.

 

*Tibetan chants from internet(wiki)