Last Friday I shared a photograph and challenged you to look at it for 5 minutes and think about it. I did that, too, and discovered that five minutes was a really long time. I spent my time thinking about the colors of the pansy and how I would paint it. You’ll see my unfinished effort below (if you promise not to laugh – it’s very….primitive). But aside from that, the interesting thing that happened as a result of my flower meditations was the dream that I had that night.
I dreamed that I was walking around with a young girl and we were looking for a particular kind of flower. As we looked, we spotted a bush filled with the most incredible flowers – each petal seemed to have an intricate design on it. I took a petal off of one of the flowers to look at it more closely and was stunned to see that each petal had an intricate drawing of a lighthouse on it. As we stood there marveling at it, a woman approached us. I showed her what we had found and she, too, was amazed. “How could that have happened?” she asked. “It was God!” I answered. She was uncomfortable with this answer and backed away.
Sometimes it seems that the whole world is an obvious parable that so many people do not have eyes to see and ears to hear. There, but for the grace of God, go I.
I told you it was primitive.
By the way, two of my faithful readers have contributed haikus in their comments. I asked them for permission to share the poems and they never responded, which I take to mean “Yes, you may share this.” So here we go.
From Julie (the fruit of her meditation on the pansy):
Dew dripping off leaves
Bright colors, contrasting veins
Joy in the morning.
From Cathy (in response to my “smitten” poem)
I am quite smitten
By your description; poets
ignite mental fires.
Bravo!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, all except the haiku.
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