Trees renew themselves: Hinduism

When the early summer breeze flirts through the branches of trees, lovingly nudging them to ungirdle their old wintry garments, then they do respond, gently letting fall each rusty, old, dry leaf which the branches dearly clutched to their bosom. The stark beauty of trees bereft of all their leaves evokes images of detached monks raising bare arms in prayer. Nature, in its inherent wisdom knows how to discard the dead meaningless past, only then can it deserve the new robes of silky new leaves. We human beings constantly desire the new but without shedding the old. The “letting go” of past memories suddenly frees up mind space, resulting in freeing…