When A Walk in the Park Helps a Poem Blossom

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Volume VI, Issue 6
Author: Nispriha Sharma

Editor’s Note: Nispriha Sharma is the youngest author to join our author’s team. She is 11-years old and lives in New Jersey, USA. She loves science, storytelling, and the arts. In her own words, she is always “exploring new ideas whether it is through piano, poetry, or building cool experiments”. Her first contribution to Renaissance journal is a beautiful poem titled Cherry Blossom Delight. This was inspired by a walk she took in Branch Brook Park, Newark, NJ on 13th April, 2025.

Let us first concentrate with the Mother’s entry in her Prayers and Meditations where she speaks of her complete identification with the Cherry Blosssoms. This was translated by Sri Aurobindo.

Mother’s Meditation, April 7, 1917

A deep concentration seized on me, and I perceived that I was identifying myself with a single cherry-blossom, then through it with all cherry-blossoms, and, as I descended deeper in the consciousness, following a stream of bluish force, I became suddenly the cherry-tree itself, stretching towards the sky like so many arms its innumerable branches laden with their sacrifice of flowers. Then I heard distinctly this sentence:

“Thus hast thou made thyself one with the soul of the cherry-trees and so thou canst take note that it is the Divine who makes the offering of this flower-prayer to heaven.”

When I had written it, all was effaced; but now the blood of the cherry-tree flows in my veins and with it flows an incomparable peace and force. What difference is there between the human body and the body of a tree? In truth, there is none: the consciousness which animates them is identically the same.

Then the cherry-tree whispered in my ear:

“It is in the cherry-blossom that lies the remedy for the disorders of the spring.”

~ CWM, Vol. 1, p. 364

Cherry Blossoms Delight

“…truly this blossoming one calls a flower is the first manifestation of the psychic presence.”

~ The Mother, CWM, Vol. 4, p. 166

Soft petals take flight,
Dancing in the morning light, 
Painting skies so bright.

Whispers in the breeze,
Cherry blooms among the trees,
Floating with such ease.

Springtime’s gentle bloom,
Wraps the earth in sweet perfume,
Brushing out the gloom.

Hush upon the air,
Nature’s art beyond compare,
Scattering with flair.

While the moments last,
Blossoms hum in twilight trance,
Spring has come at last.

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~ Design: Biswajita Mohapatra & Beloo Mehra

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