
belong
you and i belong like flowers and warm sunshine always together
you and i belong like flowers and warm sunshine always together
Preamble: This is the first time to upload a video to my blog post, and it is entirely the work of my iPhone which voluntarily made it for me! 🤣 But fortuitously and synchronistically so. I’d been wondering what one photo could capture the rich abundance of flowers and my phone spontaneously offered me this little photo montage. Thank you, iPhone! 😁
What makes you flower?
Like the stunningly vast array of flowers, what makes each one of us flower or thrive may indeed be very distinct. The needs of a pink water lily are not the same as those of golden gazanias. Where one would flourish, the other would simply wither away. But all flowers need the same elementals: some particular mixture of sun and sky, water, soil and minerals.
What is yours? Your optimal mix of elementals? The personal ecology that brings out your soul to shine? Are you flowering? What do you need to flower and to flower more?
What is your Flower Power?
Just a friendly reminder for those who need it: Valentine’s Day is just around the corner! Monday, the 14th of February, 2022, to be exact😁 It also happens to be one of my favorite holidays, so here is a little romantic poetry for all the lovebirds out there…😽
the tryst
come for me, whispered the flower to the sun gather my soul with your warm light, rising into the deep and endless blue your brilliance is my raison d’etre my love for you i perfume the winds pink and dance gracefully inside this humming song of pure light
shine for me, whispered the sun to the flower unfurl your soft petals and let me into your sweetness your deep nectar your glowing beauty is my pleasure my delight for you my fire burns, ceaselessly into the night and boldly across the cloudless blue sky
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.