prologue
Never do flowers get to leave home. They sit there among there kin: observing, growing, dying. I’ve always known this, and yet nothing ever came of that knowledge. As I child, I would visit with those flowers in my dreams. In that place, all of the flowers were together in a rainbow colored field. There were never any bugs there, only flowers in the various stages of life.
I remember watching with dismay as a flower was born, grew up, and died; only to be replaced by a new flower the next moment. It’s a laughable idea for an adult to talk about a childhood dream as if it was real. But in my mind, those flowers guided the flow of every soul in the whole universe.
Live, grow, die. I remember that I began to notice this reality after my first visit to the flower garden. Nobody knew that I was seeing things any differently, and yet, I felt as if I was closer to the truth than anyone else. I spent many hours watching those flowers. For a long time, I felt a profound sorrow about the large number of lives that passed through the field every minute.
Then after a while, observing those flowers, my perception of life began to change. I can’t truly explain it, but I began to see the rebirth rather than the passing. In life, the things that the flowers taught me were invaluable. Even now as I watch the lives go by, I realize that the flowers never die.
Immortality was a concept that was very new to me. How could something live forever? I often wondered. And yet, the undeniable truth is that they do. I saw those flowers pass by, and I remembered their lives. When I realized the field never changed size, I realized that life and death were names only.
The same is true for humanity. All humans are one species, and even if we leave our parents homes, we never leave our kin. Do as the flowers do, I suppose.
After a while, I started to wonder why it was flowers and no other type of plant that gathered in that field. It may seem unusual for a child to think about these things, but if you look into the mind of any child, you will find some of the greatest philosophers there are. In the same way, I suppose it was reasonable that the greatest examples of immortality would guide the flow of life.
I would dream, and much later in my life, I would teach what I had learned. My perception astounded the people around me. The one’s who learned it from me remarked at my genius, but I merely told them that the flowers taught it too me.
It’s true as well. I don’t know why I was selected, or why I was able to understand them. But I did. I understood them better than I had ever understood them before. Vibrant or dull; every one of those flowers spoke to me.
I would start to recognize flowers varying from one dream to the next. Despite the fact that the flowers died quickly, I found that the same ones existed in different places. At the time that I was alive, the idea of rebirth was not widely accepted where I lived. This made things difficult for me.
What could be the reason for their movement? It was something I constantly wondered to myself. If there’s no such thing as rebirth, then how do flowers, which have no legs, move from place to place?
After a while, the idea came to me that maybe the movement of flowers was connected to the afterlife. It was an idea that I still can’t fully explain today. I could almost envision a gap in time that allowed the flowers to change their positions.
Now how time relates to movement, I wasn’t entirely sure of at first. But one day, I realized something important. The arrangement of the flowers was such that even I could not move through them. I always sat in one place, observing and meditating.
I didn’t call it that then of course. I just sat there, empty-minded as I watched the miracle happen before me.
So after I realized that, I saw what could be considered a pattern among the flowers. And I sat there for a long time trying to understand them. Eventually I saw the pattern. The flowers that I always saw always moved to the area where they would be hidden from similar flowers.
No matter how much time passed, those flowers were perpetually trying to avoid the flowers that hadn’t died before. It was an interesting revelation, but ultimately one that I didn’t understand until I reached a place that moved the same way.
I remember watching with dismay as a flower was born, grew up, and died; only to be replaced by a new flower the next moment. It’s a laughable idea for an adult to talk about a childhood dream as if it was real. But in my mind, those flowers guided the flow of every soul in the whole universe.
Live, grow, die. I remember that I began to notice this reality after my first visit to the flower garden. Nobody knew that I was seeing things any differently, and yet, I felt as if I was closer to the truth than anyone else. I spent many hours watching those flowers. For a long time, I felt a profound sorrow about the large number of lives that passed through the field every minute.
Then after a while, observing those flowers, my perception of life began to change. I can’t truly explain it, but I began to see the rebirth rather than the passing. In life, the things that the flowers taught me were invaluable. Even now as I watch the lives go by, I realize that the flowers never die.
Immortality was a concept that was very new to me. How could something live forever? I often wondered. And yet, the undeniable truth is that they do. I saw those flowers pass by, and I remembered their lives. When I realized the field never changed size, I realized that life and death were names only.
The same is true for humanity. All humans are one species, and even if we leave our parents homes, we never leave our kin. Do as the flowers do, I suppose.
After a while, I started to wonder why it was flowers and no other type of plant that gathered in that field. It may seem unusual for a child to think about these things, but if you look into the mind of any child, you will find some of the greatest philosophers there are. In the same way, I suppose it was reasonable that the greatest examples of immortality would guide the flow of life.
I would dream, and much later in my life, I would teach what I had learned. My perception astounded the people around me. The one’s who learned it from me remarked at my genius, but I merely told them that the flowers taught it too me.
It’s true as well. I don’t know why I was selected, or why I was able to understand them. But I did. I understood them better than I had ever understood them before. Vibrant or dull; every one of those flowers spoke to me.
I would start to recognize flowers varying from one dream to the next. Despite the fact that the flowers died quickly, I found that the same ones existed in different places. At the time that I was alive, the idea of rebirth was not widely accepted where I lived. This made things difficult for me.
What could be the reason for their movement? It was something I constantly wondered to myself. If there’s no such thing as rebirth, then how do flowers, which have no legs, move from place to place?
After a while, the idea came to me that maybe the movement of flowers was connected to the afterlife. It was an idea that I still can’t fully explain today. I could almost envision a gap in time that allowed the flowers to change their positions.
Now how time relates to movement, I wasn’t entirely sure of at first. But one day, I realized something important. The arrangement of the flowers was such that even I could not move through them. I always sat in one place, observing and meditating.
I didn’t call it that then of course. I just sat there, empty-minded as I watched the miracle happen before me.
So after I realized that, I saw what could be considered a pattern among the flowers. And I sat there for a long time trying to understand them. Eventually I saw the pattern. The flowers that I always saw always moved to the area where they would be hidden from similar flowers.
No matter how much time passed, those flowers were perpetually trying to avoid the flowers that hadn’t died before. It was an interesting revelation, but ultimately one that I didn’t understand until I reached a place that moved the same way.
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