Mediations on the sunflower

It exists, no sense of self separate from Source energy. no ego.

it does not wonder when will I die
are my petals sagging
does anyone love me
am I good enough

it exists, no sense of self separate from Source energy. no ego.

a tiny bird just landed on one of its large leaves. it looked around and then flew away.

the flower doesn’t ask why
why didn’t you stay longer
will you be back

the wind blows and the flower sways with it
it doesn’t crouch down to hide, covering its petals with its big green leaves.
it doesn’t try to protect itself because there is no self to protect.
it doesn’t stiffen up in rebellion for there is nothing to rebel against when you are One.

it resists nothing. it clings to nothing. it looks forward to nothing and remembers nothing.

The flower Lives.