The sprouting buds on mango trees are an indication that
when summer rolls around, the sweet, juicy tropical fruit will be available in
abundant supply.
As a mango lover, I am ecstatic. A mango purist, I'll indulge in a tasty mango shake or mango
a la mode with good vanilla ice-cream; however, nothing compares to a firm,
yellow, not too ripe mango sliced thickly, but not too thick, eaten sans
accompaniments of any kind. Etiquette does not apply here - sticky
fingers and a mango-stained face only enhance the enjoyment factor. Better to dig in as a solo excursion or with others similarly inclined to indulge in mango messiness.
In addition to its unrivaled deliciousness and ability to engage all five senses, the mango buds
tell an even deeper story that the metaphysical student in me also savors. The buds that appear in early spring will manifest into beautiful, fully formed fruit come summer, but the sprouting buds did not arrive overnight.
Their presence
is evidence of inner work; of the invisible being made visible; of that whole
"as within so without" masterpiece that divine energy orchestrates
through each of its inhabitants.
The mango tree has no say in its blooming process, but being created to fulfill a predetermined purpose has its benefits. The mango tree doesn't have to decide whether to produce oranges or apples or coconuts. Its lack of free will
notwithstanding, the mango tree stands as a powerful metaphor for humanity's
sole possessor of free will: human beings
It stands as evidence of spiritual law; which is irrefutable
and precise - the inner determines the outer. In the case of humans, the inner
refers to our thoughts. What we think about, we bring about; as a man/woman
thinketh, so he/she is, etc.
Today's life circumstances are the manifestation
of past thoughts. Future experiences are being crafted now, with today's
thoughts.
When the harvest for your current thoughts comes to bloom,
will you welcome your creation, or will you need another mango season?
