we keep on searching for god but you cannot see a blade of grass
if you cannot see the truth of it and its utter nudity…its utter innocence…
you cannot recognize god when he comes to you
you do not have the eyes to recognize godliness
just looking at a flower and there it is
it is speaking to you . from every corner
it is sending you its fragrance
it says hello…do not pass by me unattended…
but who has time for a flower ?
you are searching god
god is that flower !
listen to it
and if you can taste it
in the simple day to day life
then know perfectly well you have come home
and you will realize your ordinariness
and the very beauty of it
