Hoang-An
FLOWER
Let me wake up one morning and find myself being a flower. A flower does not live long but while she lives she lives fully. She naturally receives the undemanding blessing from the sunshine and the clouds that bring rain. She receives unconditional love from the roots of her plant. They all share with the flower the love of life, the love for life, and the love belonging to life.
As she lies deeply within her cover, she prepares each petal carefully while dreaming tenderly of her wake. Then one dawn, she dreamily blossoms. She rises slowly with the sun. Each petal shyly but with full determination opens itself; oh, the colorful and silky wings..!!
And the fragrant that should bathe the whole universe in her wake..!! only the universe in its purest form can listen to her silent songs..."I am..!! and I am beautiful..!!" Her resplendent beauty shines as light touches her softly and patienly..!!
But actually all that belong to Nature live objectively. And that is where beauty lies: nothing to fear, nothing to analyze, nothing to think about: To Be, just to be..!!
Let me wake up one morning and find myself walking among the sages of all times; for there, where they meet is a level of the mind..!! Let me look into their eyes smiling with pure innocent joy; and their mouths shaping into compassionate flowers..!! With my eyes also smiling with cleansed joy and my mouth a door to mercy. I shall meet them there, side by side, Christ and the Buddhas, Carl Jung and Daizet Suzuki, ect. The multitude there all have forgotten their games with words. Peace..!! Peace is there: no longer the prison of human bondages.
