“Look at the flower…”
June 15, 2011 Leave a comment
“The grave receives you with love. Surrender yourself to the Earth. Return what was loaned to you. Give up your pleasure, your pain, your friends, your lovers, your life, your past, what you desire. You will know nothingness, it is the only reality. Don’t be afraid, it’s so easy to give. You’re not alone, you have a grave. It was your first mother. The grave is the door to your rebirth. Now you will surrender the faithful animal you once called your body. Don’t try to keep it, remember, it was a loan. Surrender your legs, your sex, your hair, your brain, your all. You no longer want to possess, possession is the ultimate pain. The earth covers your body, she came to cover you with love, because she is your true flesh. Now you are an open heart, open to receive your true essence your ultimate perfection. Your new body, which is the universe, the work of god. You will be born again, you will be real. you will be your own father, your own mother, your own child, your own perfection. Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence. Look at the flower, look at the flower, for the first time look at the flowers.” — The Sacred Mountain, Alejandro Jodorowsky as The Alchemist
I love flowers, especially the ones you find by the roadside — the ones who stand tall and proud despite their ignominy… waiting for their break, patiently waiting for someone to notice their beauty.
All flowers are beautiful — most are visibly enticing, others sublime in their beauty, while a few are discreetly appealing. I don’t know, but I have a deeper desire to discover hidden, overlooked beauty. Maybe, because it takes both time and passion to really recognize it. There is also beauty in the search — the search and the desire.
Consider a lone flower on the side of the road. This flower endures much of the negativity of the world. This flower, this lowly flower, receives no break, no love, and no attention. Yet through the rain, hail, sleet, and snow, it continues to bloom. Still it grows, and never does this flower crumble.
Inspiring, isn’t it?