Canada Diaries

 

Mighty Misty Niagara Falls

                                                                                  - Pankaj Mala

Saw the Niagara falls this spring from the Canada side. Experiencing the nature’s masterpiece was not just an event but a celebration in itself. Riding the maid of mist boat wearing red raincoats through miles and miles of mist with chilling water splashing all over was spectacular and mesmerizing. Perpetually wrapped in mist, engulfed in an aura of magic and tranquility the falls have a lofty luminescence beauty and seemed to divorced from everything worldly. In a relentless world that is constantly on move , finding stillness can feel like a luxury and the chance to pause and reflect can be quite transformative. Seeing the roaring and thundering water smudged with clouds and mist flowing in silence after the fall, I realized my own insignificance in the nature’s vast canvas.

Glory be to the Creator of the World

Magnifique. Merci . C’est tellement beau No wonder in the poem “The Waterfall” by Henry Vaughan the waterfall with sudden surge of water followed by a calm, continued flow has been considered a symbol of the soul’s passage into eternity—, The common pass Where, clear as glass, All must descend Not to an end, But quick’ned by this deep and rocky grave, Rise to a longer course more bright and brave. By Henry Vaughan