Flowers

The World is a flower.

Gods are flowers.

Enlightened ones are flowers.

All phenomena are flowers.

Red flowers, white flowers, green flowers,

yellow flowers, black flowers,

all the different kinds of the colors of

flowers, all the different kinds

of love's shining forth.

Life unfolds from life and returns to life.

Such an immense universe! Oh many lives!

Flowers of gratitude, flowers of sorrow,

flowers of suffering, flowers of joy,

laughter's flowers, anger's flowers,

heaven's flowers, hell's flowers.

Each connected to the others

and each making the others grow.

When our real mind's eye

opens this world of flowers,

all beings shine,

music echoes through the mountains and oceans.

One's world becomes the world of millions.

The individual becomes the human race.

All lives become the individual--

billions of mirrors

all reflecting each other.

There is death and there is life,

there is no death and no life.

There is changing life, there is unchanging life.

Flowers change color, moment by moment.

Such a vivid world! Such a bright you!...

You were born out of these flowers,

you gave birth to these flowers,

You have no beginning and no ending,

you are bottomless and limitless,

even as you are infinitesimal dust...