Lavender roses.
Incarnate
fragrance,
Priestly hue of
dawn,
Spirit unfolding.
Even
on the road to hell, flowers can make you smile. They are fragile,
ephemeral, uncompromising. No one can later their nature. True, you can
easily destroy them, but you will not gain anything; you cannot force
them to submit to your will.
Flowers arouse in us an
instinct to protect them, to appreciate them,
and to shelter them. This world is too ugly, too violent. There should
be something delicate to care about. To do so is to be lifted above the
brute and to go toward the refined. When we offer flowers on our altar,
we are offering a high gift. Money is too vulgar, food too pedestrian.
Only flowers are unsullied. By offering them, we offer purity.
The tenderness of
flowers arouses mercy, compassion, and understanding.
If that beauty is delicate, so much the better. Life itself is
fleeting. We should take the time to appreciate beauty in the midst of
temporality.
beauty
365
Tao
daily
meditations
Deng
Ming-Dao (author)
ISBN
0-06-250223-9