The one thing with thoughts is that if you don’t capture them when they appear, they get lost… often to not return, just like a moment in time that never comes back. So I had this thought that was weird, way too weird. I thought of a flower that has fallen from a tree… When the flower was up at the tree, it made the tree more beautiful. Smiling amongst the green leaves, it was a symbol of the tree’s health, its bounty. After falling from the tree, it gets picked up and makes something else beautiful. At the feet of a deity, it inspires devotion. It could be entwined in the locks of a lady, adding its fragrance to her beauty. It could be added to a vase or a decorative arrangement, a gracious welcome for a guest.
But what if it doesn’t reach the ground? What if it drifts in the wind… twisting, twirling, and floating in mid air? It is no longer a part of the tree, and not a part of anything on the ground either. It doesn’t belong and is lonely in this whole universe… imagine being that flower… mortifying, no?
Day 5 – September Blogging Challenge