Flowers vs flowers

Flowers vs flowers

I am just checking the pictures of my last adventure, Annapurna circuit trek. There are lots flower's photos i took. I see some flowers picture's with rain drop. it's raining here at this moments in Kathmandu. I can hear the rain sound and it's echo. This is one the sound i love. I used to think i can spend whole life listening the raining sound and it's echo. I love to see rain drop and it's bubble. it creates lots different gestures too. Sit some corner and see all these always used to be the precious moments in life. I do lost myself inside these bubbles. sometimes i do think each and every bubbles are the mountains peaks i have to conquer. Sometimes i do think these the bubble cities/villages.I imagine, I have to walk through narrow alley and see all and explore all.

when i move my eyes from screen, i still can see the few different species of flowers in my yard and outside the yard. It's summer here. Almost all the plants have their own flowers. it's their beautiful moments in their life. It's prettiest time in their life. They are calling me, Every moments i turned my head outside. I listen their echo and asking me to talk with me.They are asking me why do you ignore us. You love flowers in your computer than us. I can listen all these kind of echo everyday in my life. I always skip it. when rain drops hit them and cover them, they look like a shy girls hiding their face with shawl in front of their dream boys.

There are two different types of flowers for me. one is flowers you raise in garden and another is self grown flowers in mountain yards naturally. You might wonder why the title is Flowers vs flowers. I used to take all the species of flowers whatever appear in my sight while i am in trekking. But while i am in city or village, these flowers never appeal my heart and mind. It never ever able to send the it's attraction inside me. I don't know it's their fault or mine. i have no idea. when i am writing this, both flowers reading my text and listening the echo of my tying. one is too happy with my clicks, care and feeling, another is too sad with my ignorance. So life is black and white. Hope they can read this words too. I am sure there are lots people who loves garden flowers more coz, they never been the mountain and never seen how mountain flowers blossom, how they dance together when wind whistle them. They never listen how they sing a song echoing together with mountains. Only few people can feel/see/know this in this world. I am happy that i am still one of that who love and care nature more than anything.

About the mountains flowers:
I have been walking through the different valley of different Himalaya in different season. I smell the beauty any season. I listen the nature call every step i move a head. i can feel flowers are smiling, laughing, raising hand for the photos. So on i do when i am in mountains. There are lots different flowers in mountains. Some are really tiny and some are very big. some tiny flowers are prettiest flowers.Sometimes i couldn't see the some tiny flowers. Meanwhile i started to hear some sound/echo around. my sight keep following the sound/echo. my eyes knows where the echo from. I love moving around, clicking this flower. clicking that flowers. Listen this flowers. listen that flowers. Smile to all of them. take a clicks of each and everyone's for memory. this is the way they do remind me always. this this the way i do remind them always. i go around them with loud smiling echo. they suddenly feel shy and keep swinging on wind. i have to wait and convinced hard for pictures. I love this conversation with flowers and natures. there is no boundaries for them. they can whisper as loud as they can, they can sing as loud as they can, they can walk as further as they wish, they can do what they wish or want. This is the freedom they got from nature. This the the freedom i got from adventure. how nature's freedom and my adventure connected.

City flowers:
someone buy or beg from somebody and plant around yard or rooftop. these flowers look like still a flowers but they don't have soul. you can imagine a person without soul. s/he always moving, never stop. move here and there but never find the peace and silence. These flowers are same. they are moving from one home to another. one room to another. they don't have anything natural. they are not in peace. if they are not in peace,they never in silence. neither they can talk with mountains nor fresh air. they don't have long life. their boss any time can sell them or throw away. they living in pain.


I can understand the pain of these flowers outside my yard. everyday  they are whistling me, whispering me. I listen them, just smile them never have feeling to touch and click them. even though they look equally pretty.

So nature is nature
there is freedom
there is silence
there is echo

beauty always around the nature
purity always inside the nature
truth always flying around the nature
we all need to go nature to feel it

reading book or seeing movie
only can reach to garden
to feel the purity and truth
you have to be in nature
feel their freedom
feel their purity
listen their echo
stay in silence
then,
you will know who you are
you will know what is nature
you will know what is purity
you will know what is truth
you will be different person