wednesday, august 24, 2011

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‹› watching the grass grow ‹›

"what is occupying your attention so fully, Kaphæl?" "the flower and i are watching this blade of grass growing, Father. the red flier is more interested in sipping at the water beads right now, but she watches too." "clever of you to keep such good company, Kaph" replied the young boy's father. "thank you. mother always said i was clever" said the boy, with a water bead of his own forming in one eye. "and she was right; you are very clever, dear son...." the man sat down next to the young boy; "please tell me what you see."

"many things, father, but mostly i see myself... in a way, we are much like the grass, are we not? venturing out from one source, in different directions, each having our own life. the flower offers that we are all flowers too, and i suppose that is true, but right now, i am that blade of grass. and you perhaps, father, are that blade over there." 

"thank you for including me son."

"you are welcome. and mother would be the one that stood next to you, but has died in the process of living. you see? the brown there that returns to feed the source? that one is mother."

"very astute of you to recognize her, dear Kaphæl." and a bead formed in his eye as well.

"thank you.... so you see, i shall someday, as does this blade, take off in my own direction. but will always be rooted in the source and connected to you, and to mother. that day may come as a surprise to you; consider watching the grass grow. i can stare and stare at it but not see it grow perceptively, but if i come back tomorrow, i will notice it is taller and wider. so, one day you may turn around and be surprised that i have grown and struck out into my own destiny, but you will realize it is part of the cycle of life and be content." "and quite proud of you i am certain" said the man sincerely.

"thank you father. now, the red flier is talking about the drops of water on the grass. to her, and to the flower, each droplet represents the gift of life: the essence of creation offering itself to us, sustaining and nurturing us. i agree. and as i go out into the cycle of my destiny. i shall always carry with me the hope and love offered by that first droplet on the blade of grass, and it shall sustain and nurture me, bringing great contentment to all i do. do you remember, dear father, what mother said to us when she knew she was to pass beyond this world?"

"yes, my precious son. she said 'let your tears water the flowers and offer them the gift of life....'"

"just so" said the boy. "and i shall carry that with me too, and offer the gift of life in all i do on the Way. for the flowers, the red fliers and all forms of creation."

"you will make a great wise Seer, Kaphæl" "just like you father?" "no son" choked the man with the gift of life flooding his eyes; "just like you! you are your own blade of grass. i am very proud of you and love you dearly."

"thank you. and i love you dearly too, father, "

 may we always offer the gift of life

blessings, saxz ∞

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