Who sends secret signs?
Without envelope or stamp
Universe plays game.
Finding flowers at a balcony of the 15th floor has become a small miracle for me. It’s sometimes windy when it rains but I never found anything before but water at the balcony after rain. Yet it’s been twice that I received something special after the rain just recently: one piece of flowers.
They might have been flown by the strong wind to this floor, from the other two floors above or somewhere not known where.
The first was a piece of Asoka flower last week and today was a piece of Bougainvillea.
The Universe knows I love flowers so they are sent to me and I believe it’s with messages. Thank you! Hope I read it right.
Looking forward to your next readable signs, Beloved.
I never want to hurt myself, I just didn’t know who you are. I got hurt by a cactus in a desert Who pricks little fingers, Who just want to touch this life softly, Not hurting, not taking anything away.
Wounded, I decided to blame stupidity: Why did I have to have to have to have to have to just touch cacti? I should have left that arid land long before I touched a prickly spirit.
A delayed regret is less important than a lesson learned but it always gives a story the most significant pivot.
Now I’ll just admire from here From where I stand With millions of prayers For a secret journey. Yet I know you are a ghost days and nights.
Someday when I pour down the rain, You’ll know. Love is as sweet as water in drought— Maybe— If it is not late....
What you can capture with the eyes are those reflecting the light. The intensity of the Light affect the clarity of the object reflected to the lenses inside of your head.
But what is that object? That depends on what you have been informed through your experience from time to time. The longer the time, the more extensive the description of the object will be. The more frequent the object is scrutinised, the more comprehensive the description will be.
And if you are exchanging with more directions of sources, the object has become not only a description of what the Light has reflected to the lenses inside of our head but you will find that the object becomes a plane to define something else. It has turned into a symbol defining a meaning. The more expressive the symbol is defined, the deeper you search into yourself. And deeper deeper deeper to the abyssal ocean of inner knowledge. From your eyes to your head to your mind to your heart to your bottomless self….
It is where you’ll find the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the meaning……..of what reflected to the lenses inside of your head.
Layers of meaning is layers of Lights.
Light on light on light on light on light on light….
So many years that butterfly is a symbol of transformation has been ingrained in my blood. From egg to caterpillar to cocoon then beautiful winged soft insect has been a cycle from a tiny little nothing to flying colors.
What about a frog?
Egg (Amplexus) then tadpole to froglet then frog
Isn’t that a cycle of transformation, too?
Yes, it indeed is.
But… What beauty can we extract from being a frog? Wait! It’s way too early to say no quality in a frog.
Frog is a sign of Spring — when life begins. Frog sings very loudly, invigorating the air of night, welcoming Summer.
A frog is a froglet losing its tail. What is tail for a frog, he doesn’t need (to) tail anymore. A frog is mature enough to take its way without tail(gating). So, are you a frog or a froglet?
And, a frog is one independent evolved egg that is able in detaching itself from the cluster wrapping thousands of eggs and escaping from the fish and other water predators. Ohlala…. You are a successful individual when reaching frog phase.
A frog is a froglet transforming from a water body to live in both water and land and ready to breed. It represents someone able to find the core of reality — being a physical cum spiritual being. Both needs to be developed and maintained; they weave and knit together to generate “haute couture” in a life time of a developed spirit. Balaced Yin and Yang: This happens as part of a frog’s being, our being.
So, human being transforms not only like a butterfly but possibly also like a frog….
Which do you choose as your picturesque analogy? You choose.
It’s just a thought pouring down in the middle of the night before a short sleep welcoming a new day.
Picture of cat yin & yang is borrowed from http://solreina.deviantart.com/art/Yin-Yang-Cats-397173093
While waiting for flight, I went for a stroll in the garden of Changi airport as always, never think of boredom enjoying the sounds of forest and splash of water in the middle of greenery and flowers. Sometimes I envy how the “small red dot” can radiate such beauty’ while my beloved huge archipelago Indonesia is still craving for what’s called fairness (you can call it justice) for all….
Long story short, the giant bouquet was full of lilies and sunflowers and I was tempted to take some close-up pictures of them. The lilies are stunning, the sunflowers are just magnificent. But lilies drew my attention more strongly.
The pink and some stripes and dots show me details of pretty colors. And, I remembered lily symbolizes lots of quality of soul. Hope, transitioning, purity, renewal, passion, soul itself, motherhood, wedding, innocence and others…. Such a thorough symbol she is indeed.
All pictures are such clear message to me that those qualities above are existing that they are “patented” in the presence of lily by the ancient generations.
Let’s enjoy the beauty of lilies…
When colors do not attract eyes anymore, Maybe it’s time for soul to go home.
But soul need no home to go,
She is the home for the life.
The door stands still, and we’re never outside.
Penang – March 17, 2015 – 7:57am – ready to cross Penang bridge