My darlings, this morning I was inspired by the most perfect bloom. The tiniest of bud, barely discernible against the stone garden path…simply waiting for that moment to be ‘known’.

That’s its joy, you see—that we might discover the depths of its journey; from seed, to soil, to stunningly beautiful. A pop of gold against a patch of cerulean blue ~ my goodness, the artist certainly knows her hues…

It brought to mind something Osho once shared –  how the seed becomes the flower, in spite of its ‘not ever knowing.’

I hope you’ll not mind that I share it with you today.

“The seed cannot know what is going to happen,” he writes. “the seed has never known the flower. And the seed cannot even believe that he has the potentiality to become a beautiful flower.

Long is the journey, and it is always safer not to go on that journey because unknown is the path, nothing is guaranteed. Nothing can be guaranteed.

Thousand and one are the hazards of the journey, many are the pitfalls – and the seed is secure, hidden inside a hard core. But the seed tries, it makes an effort; it drops the hard shell which is its security, it starts moving. Immediately the fight starts: the struggle with the soil, with the stones, with the rocks. And the seed was very hard and the sprout will be very, very soft and dangers will be many.

There was no danger for the seed, the seed could have survived for millennia, but for the sprout many are the dangers. But the sprout starts towards the unknown, towards the sun, towards the source of light, not knowing where, not knowing why.

Great is the cross to be carried, but a dream possesses the seed and the seed moves. The same is the path for man. It is arduous. Much courage will be needed.”

Indeed, much courage is needed – but, know that this garden path waits for your bloom.

From seem, to soil, to stunningly beautiful – my darlings, we all have our colors to share.