Wanderings

The blue frog set out one day many moons and many seasons ago... when it was still possible to wander about without any id or papers to prove not only who but also why of her journey. As she hopped and meandered over dry leaves, ground swells, pot holes and pits.... she wondered why is it that I am not as happy as others in their little ponds? Why am I drowning in this desire to go, keep going... is it a need to see or to know or to meet others?

it is not as if she had great wherewithal to go on her roundabouts ... her short stature, shorter legs, a stamina nothing to write home about and her poverty ... she was not a probable candidate at all for a roaming traveller. Then, why???? She could not answer this, so she just let it go, imagining instead the world of great travellers in times past and revelling in their experiences.

Buddha, she pondered was a great one ... sat in meditation in one spot with five other seekers for many months in search of a truth that eluded him and a search that emaciated him.... what did drive him to leave the way but yet keep up the search? When he had a chance to return to the comfort of the familiar, why did he press on the to find the Bodhi tree and found a place where he could still himself for few more weeks.,,, was it his sense of having reached his destination or his sense of finding a good place to start searching?

Having attained nirvana, he walked the next many years all over the lands and kingdoms.... walked across miles and miles spreading a message and gathering good will and good people... why did he not think of sitting in lovely garden of Sravasthi or the alluring town of Sarnath where the multitudes from far and wide would have flocked to him as they did everywhere he went? Even at 80+, sensing that his time had arrived, he walked all the way from Vaishali to the far away Kushinagar, where exhausted from a dinner of rotten meat, he lay down to give up his earthly body?

The blue frog, little and insignificant as she is, wanders and wonders on.....