Over the course of this summer, flowers lovingly planted and tended to have mysteriously been disappearing from my yard. I am not at the stage of life where time spent on creating and maintaining a garden is a focus, but I have enjoyed adding a little bit of container color to the space around my home. It was my way of showing love shared with my neighborhood in the form of a few little flowers put outside to enjoy.
However, (just like ego) flowers placed outside in containers take some care and attention to keep alive. I had spent all this hard work this summer to “make” (ego ego ego alert -lol) things bloom, and yet this is color which slowly has been mysteriously vanishing.
And the ego sings as it dances out the front door…
‘Cause all we need is love,
but love means sacrifice,
but it’s sure worth the price
if you get it right.
(and moving past concepts born of ego)
‘Cause way up in the sky
there is no such thing as blind
so tell me now is this low or is this high?
Let it go, enjoy the ride.
Without the low, there ain’t a high.
…and then one fine day, round about sunset, when we quit turning a blind eye inward and look down from the space of empty sky, we get out on on the front porch and standing quietly in the yard in front of our noses just is what is. No lows. No highs. No work. No flowers need disappear into the mystery anymore.
When ego is observed, love is never sacrifice. We take a look outside the window of self, and seeing past the concept of lows and highs, we find the truth. It is the reality just standing there staring back deeply, mysteriously into our eyes.
Flowers disappear and with their disappearance, we remember we are that bigger mystery of love living self into life.