Liz at Letting me Be is my guardian angel. Without her I wouldn’t be blogging any more. She’s posted a comment to add to my little blog contest. I think she chose this because she knew I’d like it. It’s my kind of spacey rumination. Thank you, Liz. The post is called Glittering Flower Commerati.
“The flower spends no time
thinking about being a flower.”
Who presumes what a flower thinks about, or does not think about?
Perhaps one of the many beauties of a flower is that, if it dares to speak of what humans may be thinking, we cannot hear it.
D. T. Suzuki would have been proud. Just be the flower and speak in flower thoughts.