The Buddha looks well pleased to be surrounded by flowers, lovingly placed and grown for his delight.
What do you offer to that which you hold most holy?
2 thoughts on “Offering Flowers”
When I saw the question, I instantly thought of the line at the end of the poem by Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter”.
“Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.”
Instead of “holy” I often consider the unexplained, the mysterious,the rarely understood to be a focus for me. I continue searching for a voice that speaks to me but I accept the other manifestations of the unknown. To these I try to give my undivided attention and sometimes great admiration so that I may develop more and more an understanding of that which I do not see.
When I saw the question, I instantly thought of the line at the end of the poem by Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter”.
“Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.”
Instead of “holy” I often consider the unexplained, the mysterious,the rarely understood to be a focus for me. I continue searching for a voice that speaks to me but I accept the other manifestations of the unknown. To these I try to give my undivided attention and sometimes great admiration so that I may develop more and more an understanding of that which I do not see.