Ripeness is a needed quality for the receiver to receive and suckle the blessings bestowed.
Ripeness of the Intellect | Ripeness of the Mind |
Ripeness of the Heart
Ripeness of the Ego | Ripeness of Bodies
Ripeness of Self

The waters of any fruit cannot be suckled unless it has reached it’s ripeness, the same is for us human. We cannot suckle our blessings unless we have reached ripeness; unless through our mere touch we flood the running juiciness of that which was bestowed unto to us; unless we become the blessings that were gifted to us.
 

It takes more than opening up to receive blessings, it asks of us to be and become the blessings and through this act of being and becoming, we ripe through and with the blessings.

At times, it takes an entire life and other times, it takes a few seconds and then for most of us it takes many lives, until we open to move to, through and within our ripeness.

 
The quality of ripeness is mirrored in and through nature.
Life often starts as hard | tough | small |closed | raw
Through the dance and mating of the elements | the unseen |unheard |unfelt
Earth | Water |Fire | Air | Space
Cycles | Rhythms | Balance | Timely
With the cycling
Soften | Sweeten | Flavor | Colors | Smell | Touch |Taste
Ripeness
The ripening of our soul goes through the same process
 

The blessing is both the blessing and the seed.
The blessing comes through ways and waves often in times when the receiver is blind, deaf, tongue-less, handless, legless, heartless, headless, touchless, feelingless  to receive, to suckle, to smell, to hear, to walk, to embrace, to mate, to penetrate and to be penetrated by the blessing.

The blessing activates the ripening process. Often, encounters with individuals, situations, contexts, circumstances, words, works, authors leave us shaken, un-same or even indifferent.

Yet unknown to most of us, a blessing has been bestowed, a seed has been planted and it may take us years and lives to reach ripeness and realize the omnipresent wholeness to suckle on the blessing.

There is no waste in nature, no rotten fruits ever go to waste yet our eyes, ears, hands, feet, mind, hearts, tongues are unable to see, feel, hear and sense beyond this.

No blessing ever go to waste, when one reaches the level of ripeness, one will gather around the ripeness within suckling one’s own ripeness along with the blessing.

For the intent of any blessing is that of ushering us towards our ripeness.

Likewise, all fruits do not ripe at the same time and in the same seasons. Seeds incubate, they root, they gather strength and they grow. So are our lives, so are ourselves.

 
Two years ago, I was at the Art of Living Ashram in Bangalore. I was absorbed, preoccupied, scattered, seeking , searching, longing, paining, screeching to least notice that which was bestowed upon me.
 
Today is my born day. As I pause to gather around my ripeness, I hear, I see, I feel a teacher’s blessing upon me, beyond me and the vastness of who I am and beyond.
Today I suckle on Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s Blessings.
Today I suckle on my teacher’s blessing, Rekha Kurup.
Today I suckle on the blessings of the ones who adopted me as their own, Naigee
Today I suckle on the blessings of my ancestors
Today I suckle on the blessings of my family, my blood line and those call me their own and I call my own
Today I suckle on every blessing bestowed upon me in this life, before and beyond.
Today I suckle on the blessing that I am.
I am the blessing and I am the seed.

My blessings to each one of us
May we be moved by, through, within , to and with ourselves
May we gather around our ripeness suckling on our blessings

 
My invitation to each one of us, is to open up, to choose growth, to acknowledge it all, to allow self to witness, to receive and to give, to grieve, to love, to cry, to rejoice with no guarantee of that which we long will be bestowed upon us but with the promise that no blessings will be left unmet.

“The path is long. The Goal is in every moment.” Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

My invitation to each one us is to walk, rest, pause, breathe, move, sleep, pray and bless with the knowingness that each fruit will ripen when the season comes.

 
My invitation to each one of us is to stay open with trust with no surety that we will spared from pains and wounds on the path but with the promise that that “which is” will remain the eternal companion.
My invitation calls to life, to love, to seeing, to feeling, to hearing and sensing.

 Love from my heart to yours

Megha Venketasamy

Image source: Door Step of Vishalakshi Mantap, Art of Living Ashram, Bangaore, 28 April 2018

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