Isn't she beautiful?
Flowers were being handed down out of the metro by girls having baskets into their hands
to celebrate the Day of the respect of women.
i had some time to watch the flower,
mine was white with red color like the size of a finger print on each of her petals
and on its central petals there were lots of brown small lines.
it occured to me
that the flowers we have into our hands are being photocopied from the Realm of the Designer
like the design or blueprint from there trinkled down up to here and appeared on the leaves of the flower
it is like a white page
which is being written upon
and then it got animated with forms and colors
and what if, me too, i am that white page
upon which i am being written
and that i become that to be experienced?
all depends from which mind
and thus lense i look upon myself
if it is from the Pure Mind
for sure i am beautiful
but if i try to make out any sense from the mind of the ego
then most of my life is pain.
for i fit nowhere.
and yet,
the flower is so perfect
and it existed and fit into the Mind Realm
so that it got printed here
so somehow, me too,
if i am printed here, i should come from that Mind Realm too,
except that i do not have eyes to see.
