The Flower
A female flower, delicate and fragile and soft, never jaded of the buzzing bees that drop by her throne, tasting her sweet smelling honey in return for a chat or two about their lives, their thoughts and sights of the world. She wishes she could give them something else, so she sends out her fragrance and her cheerful mild-mannered ways while the bees told their stories, hoping its enough to brighten up the day.
The Thoughts
There are certain times in your life when you feel that certain things are ..unclear.. indefinite ..obscure ..and dreamlike. But amongst all vague things, the long path of different interpretations will lead us to comprehend something new.
"...Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not..."
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