“By Observing the Wildflowers Bloom, one can predict the advent Butterflies. Similarly, a woman who stands up with courage and devotion brings forth hope in her life.
In a distant time, have the Wildflowers lost forever? Will they ever return?
The days are of white sky, of white snow and in the distance the tiny specks are people, dogs, and bears roaming around.
Here nothing flourishes spontaneously. The winds blow so strong that everyone must of necessity wear a jacket and put their hands in their pockets, and wear boots.
Here, out in the open, words freeze, and whole sentences have to be broken on the speaker’s lips and thawed by the fire, to see what was said.
Here the people live in the abundant white hair, the old grandmother, the old sorceress who is the community itself.
And in this land there lived a flower called the Wildflowers. So lonely that over the winter months they chose to live beneath the ground to also then feel their loneliness.
One day a squirrel hunted till late into the night and found nothing. As the moon rose high in the sky and the ice shone, the squirrel reached the root of a mighty tree there appeared to his penetrating gaze a movement of exalted Wildflowers calmly and slowly developing out of their seeds.
The squirrel rowed slowly and silently to get closer, and asked the Wildflowers: Are you alone here?
A slow answer stated by the Wildflowers: Well, we are preparing to bloom for our human friends and non humans like butterflies and other insects.
The squirrel watched the Wildflowers as if making mockery of them, teasing and laughing at the Wildflowers.
In the gloom of climate change threat cast over the earth, are you sure that blooming to make humans happy which you firmly embrace could become the soil in which to nurture joy and compassion? The squirrel asked.
Every year, we do the best we could; the Wildflowers said. We only have it in our memory to bloom for humans and non humans and bring joy to them.
The Squirrel looked like being made dazzled by the Wildflowers answer.
The hunger and loneliness that had weighed in his heart had somehow vanished, and without thinking, as if it should be, he leapt into the forest, rocks and trees and tried to smile and be happy. He went hunting. He caught it, and slept well. But he longed for human company.
It can be said that the Wildflowers know about their own mind. On the other hand they recognize winter and spring, yet on the other they continue to wage their struggle to make humans and non humans happy.
Kelly:
We all have unique missions that only we can fulfil.
•The mission of the Wildflowers is to bloom.
• The mission of the sun is to give off light and warmth.
•The mission of water is to flow, and purify to nourish life.
• Human beings are Bodhisattvas of the earth born into this world to actualise our mission to help people in our lives become happy.
•It is of course important to do our best and become successful at work, but we also mustn’t forget why we are living just as the Wildflowers said.
- That is to contribute to the happiness of others.
- Never forgotten our primary purpose, we need to become victors at work, in our family and community.
- And become people who are genuinely happy and fulfilled. That is how the Wildflowers demonstrate their power
Wildflowers are not fragile-not even the most delicate or tiniest. They look vulnerable, but they only exhibit strength. Wind or rain won’t bend them.
With that same unchanging attitude, similar to a woman who stands up with courage and devotion brings forth hope in her life.
.Thank you all .
