Behold, It's In The Bud
When can I call a flower a flower? Tender green chutes of plant quietly transform their tip into the beginnings of a bud, of which with best-laid plans becomes a flower someday. We all know that some chutes never make it to bud stage, and some buds don’t survive to flower stage. It’s the bud though that goes without appreciation of a thing of beauty by many of us, especially of us who want to enjoy the full blossom, the outward beauty that say, the rose has to offer.
Muriel knew better though. She had full knowledge that the bud is the most beautiful part of the flowering process, or at least as beautiful as the rose in full blossom, the finished product. Muriel could visualize the inside of the bud and how active it was in its seemingly slow pace as it expanded in due time to burst open, reaching the goal of seducing the world with its glistening colorful pistil.
Muriel didn’t always know this though. She learned this through much experience in tending flowers, forever in search of the perfect flower. Many times, in haste for the bloom, she like many of us was not allowing the bud to savor its process. It wasn’t until one day she surrendered to the fact that the most beautiful flower is not attainable to her, at least in the fashion she had tended to them before. Although there are many perfect flowers throughout the world, the world is a big place. As big as it is small.
Surrendering lent way to gazing at the chutes that form buds at the tip that do magic that simply looks like it is getting larger. Surrendering can lend way to gazing at life in general.In her youth, Muriel thought that the bud took a long time to complete its task. Impatience waiting for the full blossom seemed to make time slow down. Now she is more mature and has surrendered to the growing bud and a funny thing happened. Time sped up and the flower bloomed in the blink of an eye, so it seemed. As the beautiful flower begins to gently drop one petal, then another, and then another until it is no longer vivacious, its life has ended. And for a brief moment, it was the perfect flower as each flower is perfect at one given time, as all flowers have their given time. And the true beauty was not the blossom, but the bud, the inside of the bud. It can be seen by Muriel’s eyes, and your eyes too if you look closely enough.
Muriel knew better though. She had full knowledge that the bud is the most beautiful part of the flowering process, or at least as beautiful as the rose in full blossom, the finished product. Muriel could visualize the inside of the bud and how active it was in its seemingly slow pace as it expanded in due time to burst open, reaching the goal of seducing the world with its glistening colorful pistil.
Muriel didn’t always know this though. She learned this through much experience in tending flowers, forever in search of the perfect flower. Many times, in haste for the bloom, she like many of us was not allowing the bud to savor its process. It wasn’t until one day she surrendered to the fact that the most beautiful flower is not attainable to her, at least in the fashion she had tended to them before. Although there are many perfect flowers throughout the world, the world is a big place. As big as it is small.
Surrendering lent way to gazing at the chutes that form buds at the tip that do magic that simply looks like it is getting larger. Surrendering can lend way to gazing at life in general.In her youth, Muriel thought that the bud took a long time to complete its task. Impatience waiting for the full blossom seemed to make time slow down. Now she is more mature and has surrendered to the growing bud and a funny thing happened. Time sped up and the flower bloomed in the blink of an eye, so it seemed. As the beautiful flower begins to gently drop one petal, then another, and then another until it is no longer vivacious, its life has ended. And for a brief moment, it was the perfect flower as each flower is perfect at one given time, as all flowers have their given time. And the true beauty was not the blossom, but the bud, the inside of the bud. It can be seen by Muriel’s eyes, and your eyes too if you look closely enough.
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