Spreading its seed- the only thing it need/wants/desires...Does it desire? Or just do its thing in jest? Is it happy blowing in the breeze? or jealous of the taller trees?
Oh it takes nutrients from the soil only to inevitably return to it again. It breathes, it flourishes. Its reason to live is to have beauty, to know sunshine and sometimes the shade of clouds and the darkness of night. Following the light. Mingling with the wind. It withers away eventually, either plucked by an uncaring hand or watered by a caring friend. Nurtured by the Earth...Death gives life, life-giving death. It gives us a sense of purpose. The flower- in its complex simplicity...it has felicity, genetic mutation possibility. Inhalation/exhalation- photosynthesizing photons and water molecule-splitting, carbon-fixing, hydrogen mixing, making oxygen for us. For we, and we step on it, trample it, pave over it. We forget the pattern, the cycle. We forget the "spiritual" in exchange for the falsities of an "unreal" material reality. "What we don't see won't hurt us..." Until its hurting us and its too late to do anything about it.
"Science" lost its feeling sensation. "Scientists" forget about emotion and replaced it with an unenlightened rationality. Of course we want finality- Totality. We prefer banality and profanity over the sacred- the Golden Flower (The Overwhelming Power). We were cowards for leaving the forest, but perhaps brave to step down from the trees. Dumb for not seeing sooner, for not knowing of our own demise. Did we ever have a chance to survive? To turn back? To repeal technology? (To know the Spirit as Eternal? OR is that the belief that got us in this mess?) Dumb for thinking we could save ourselves? For thinking we would meet the Maker when we die? Rather than seeing that YOU ARE the Maker. We have the mind of God...Who made the flower?- The Mind or Nature? The Kind or Alma Mater (The Mother of Creation)? [the future doesn't waver- one constant flow of perception]
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