A rose is a rose...
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"A rose is a rose is a nose" goes the poem. With matched eloquence, an earlier mystic, Meister Eckhant, wrote, "The only way to live is like a rose which lives without a why."
Is a rose's waiting to elicit a smile its why?
A plant knows how to be. Yet, a plant is not passive. Its very being reflects adaptation to its environment. The beauty of a wind-sculptured pine crests a Rocky Mountain ridge. A Norway spruce in a Michigan forest steeples beyond its deciduous neighbors toward the light. Both reflect the active, creative being of a plant. Even the singular, persistent shape of the remnant skeleton of a tree gifts a stranger with a presence.
We human beings --who act and do and move about and toil and strain --can learn from plants about simply living, being for the moment. That is our lives --without reflection or vanity or a sense of loss or regret, the art of simply being.
--Brauninger
Is a rose's waiting to elicit a smile its why?
A plant knows how to be. Yet, a plant is not passive. Its very being reflects adaptation to its environment. The beauty of a wind-sculptured pine crests a Rocky Mountain ridge. A Norway spruce in a Michigan forest steeples beyond its deciduous neighbors toward the light. Both reflect the active, creative being of a plant. Even the singular, persistent shape of the remnant skeleton of a tree gifts a stranger with a presence.
We human beings --who act and do and move about and toil and strain --can learn from plants about simply living, being for the moment. That is our lives --without reflection or vanity or a sense of loss or regret, the art of simply being.
--Brauninger
