Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.Kahlil gibran
We have sat for millennia, it seems, staring at walls into candle flames into the darkness and into the depths of our souls, in silence and solitude—seeking answers to resolve all of humanity’s imperfections, suffering, and ignorance… and for a way out of the dark.
Perhaps moths are wiser, irresistibly drawn to the light, without second thought.
We have repented, confessed our sins, flagellated bare backs of ourselves and others, prostrated in front of superiors, and walked millions of miles on broken feet and bleeding knees. We have beaten, stoned, shot, mutilated and murdered—in the name of some greater light.
Perhaps the flowers know better, naturally unfurling to the sun, without thought.
Perhaps life need not be so burdened, after all.
Maybe we are in essence, simply beings of light and of love. We will realize our true nature, like the flowers, when we turn to the light; when like moths, our hearts burn with love, without thought. Maybe freedom is a bird in flight—on the wings of love and light. And divinity itself shines everywhere and in everything, omniscient and omnipresent.
Perhaps, after all, we are simply divine beings of love and light.
Go ahead—smell the roses and dance in the rain. Do it now—without thought, and for no reason. Shine.