Swallows swoop to pick off bees
Heavy with their collections.
The sun shines almost too bright
On the pink blossomed tree that
Hums like a fine organic motor.
The flight of birds and bees,
And the cherry tree:
All one thing.
spring in those parts of the world blessed to have cherry trees, a
miracle happens. As the days grow longer, but when the humans are still
complaining of the cold and wet, the leafless tree begins to bud. The
buds begin to sprout. The buds turn to blossoms. The tree becomes a
beacon of pink light that surpasses any manmade art. Before that show
is done, honey bees awake from their winter sleepover and the tree not
only blazes pink, but it hums. Eventually, as an annual lesson in
impermanence, the blossoms begin to fall. But they don’t just
fall. In a gust of wind the observer is treated to a pink snow flurry
that reminds that winter is truly over and summer will be on soon.
Leaves sprout and the cherry tree takes on the appearance of an
ordinary tree. Cherries may follow, and that’s when some people
get interested in the tree. So do the robins and jays who carry the
cherries away and leave the pits where a new tree may grow.
spring metamorphosis from seemingly lifeless hunk of wood to dazzling
flower show, just happens. The tree has no calendar. Nor do the bees,
for whom the show is intended. It is a natural system that has worked
this way since long before there were people to marvel at it. We
are the beneficiaries of the beauty in the spring, the shade in summer
and the fruit in autumn, but it’s not about us. There is a lesson
for us though. During the long, dark, cold winter, the cherry tree
appears to be dormant, but dormant is not dead. Recession is not an
end. The tree just waits until the conditions are right for blossoms.
No not quite that. It waits for conditions to be right for budding, but
not yet for blossoms. Blossoms are not the beginning nor the end, they
are one point in a process that goes on step by step over and over. It
works, because it is in harmony with the sun and the rain and the bees
and the birds.
you have the good fortune to be where you can see flowering plants,
take time to look. See their beauty. Allow yourself to awe at the
natural system that brought that beauty to your eye, and at the natural
system that you are who can perceive beauty. Note your response to the
impermanence that is innate in all things, but that flowers manifest so
strikingly. Can you accept that impermanence with equanimity? Open to
the unity of life, to the miracle of living. Grow your patience with
the life process and be ready for the next unfolding.
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