The first photo announces the arrival of flowers in the garden.
The second and third photos announce their presence in the garden.
The fourth pair of flowers shows the mood of farewell, after having been present for a week in the garden.
The flowers speak to us through their mood, texture, colour, fragrance and fragility!
We can see the flowers and be pleased. We can smell the flowers and be aroused. We can feel the petals and experience the sense of touch.
What else the flowers might be wanting to communicate to a human beholder?
I wonder whether they carry a message of fullness ! There are flowers in our garden, that I visit a few times just because I am drawn by them! How much ever I try taking in the colour and appearance, there is something more that I find with each visit.
I stay with the thought of fullness ! A flower is rich and exuberant that it escapes being fully comprehendible !
If there is something in a flower that is beyond full comprehension, it speaks the language only the human soul can take in. The sense of wonder evades the perception of mind and cognitive description. The best narration of flowers are in contemplative languages which poets have given us through their poetry! A flower takes us to a deeper plane where the language of communication is communion.
Is it not true that there were times, while watching flowers danced in the air, we sensed a movement within, which created solemn silence that any attempt to verbalise it would have reduced from its entirety the inner encounter experience of solemnity of awe and wonder!
The presence of flower is made possible by the plant. It gave its best to bear forth a flower for others to have it or see it dance in the air to find cheerfulness.
A similar feeling can spring within when we watch drooping flowers about to fall off, after having lived to their fullness. That flower gave itself to all strangers, humans, bees or insects liberally by remaining open and fragrant! At a time in a civil society when we feel reticent to be open to familiar neighbours, a flower remained open through the day and night in self giving way to many who are all strangers!
At the time of farewell, the petals fall off one by one gently on the soil, as a token of its gratitude to the soil that nourished and nursed it to be a flower!
I sense that a flower has a life in it, that it is wanting to share with every person who can receive it regardfully!
I long for experiences of the gentle way a flower communicates!
The flowers become audible and visible to those, who develop a soulful way of living, where the interior space within is open to communion. Communion is a non transactional language, where thoughts cease, mind becomes still and heart takes precedence to feel loved and affirmed! That opens the interior space to the waiting God for communion, as in the parable of the Prodigal son, spoken by Jesus of Nazareth, where the father was waiting for his son to return home !
M.C.Mathew (text and photo)
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