posted on Mar, 2 2021 @ 05:04 PM
For the few last mornings after meditation I found myself in the back yard drinking a cup of coffee staring at the same flower of a rose thistle. This
morning I had a thought that the flower can be likened to myself. From that higher viewpoint, looking at the other flowers, I believe that I am
different, unique, seperate in identity.
All of that I am. But like each of the other flowers, I also have a stem that feeds me nutrients from the same root. A root that may be labelled God
to each of the unique flowers.
There is a beauty in simplicity.