The Theme of Life

There is Nothingness, yet there is no void. There is potential. From a tiny seed, from the empty center of a tiny seed, comes a beautiful flower.
 
What is the sweet mystery of life? Life itself is a sweet mystery, and the mystery is unending. There is always more. One thing leads to another. First the tree and its branches. Then leaves, then flowers, then fruit, and then the fruit goes to seed, and the Earth is replenished. There are cycles spinning like bicycle wheels.
 
The theme of life has to be natural growth.
 
Everything is provided. What is provided is to be seen and recognized. Life offers Fullness. Look at the humble dandelion. How nature has provided its gossamer seeds that the wind blows. How deep dig the roots of the dandelion. The dandelion roots till the soil. How important and integral is every plant on Earth.
 
When this is the case, imagine the importance of Human Beings. Human Beings have been granted Free Will. A dandelion has no choice. It has to grow. It is all built-in. There is no departure. A dandelion will grow between two bricks or make its own crack in a wall. Instinct nudges plants to grow. Dandelions don’t question. What assurance and constancy a dandelion has. A dandelion is not fussy at all. Its life is determined. A dandelion is one-pointed. It faces the Sun, and that’s it. It drinks the rain, and a dandelion gives forth its reflection of the Sun. Hello, Dandelion.
 
Human Beings can be distracted from the Sun. Human Beings have entertainment and exploration. Human Beings are not planted in one place. Human Beings can roam the world and replant themselves wherever they find themselves. You are mobile, and you have choices. A dandelion has one drive, and that is to grow. We can say that you are many-splendored.
 
You have drive, yet you have directions you can choose to grow in. You can turn around and not face the Sun. You can skip around. You have decided that there is a vague something called happiness and its contrary, unhappiness. Flowers, including dandelions, know only fulfillment. Flowers make themselves entirely at home in the world. They have no argument with life as it is. Flowers do not feel sorry for themselves. They don’t see other flowers as more beautiful or less beautiful. Flowers soak up sunshine and rain as they appear. Flowers simply love.
 
Human Beings like to scrimmage. They judge. Oh, My, how Human Beings judge and take away their happiness and balloon unhappiness and discontent. Human Beings see that some things are missing from their lives, and they wail. At the very least, they are perturbed.
 
Flowers are more like stalwart soldiers. Flowers do not feel put upon because they do not have choices in life. They are propelled and glad of it. They are at sumptuous peace.
 
Human Beings who have so much opportunity may grumble. Human Beings have a lot to learn from simple plants. It is ironic that the Highest Beings on Earth are displeased, as if their lot in life is to be discontent. They may not feel favored. They may not perceive privilege. They may voice complaint. They find fault and blame. What a combination. They carry complaint like a flag in a parade.
 
Come now. Hold your head high. You are the most blessed creation in the world. I have asked you to take care of the innocent animals on Earth and to care for one another as brothers and sisters on Earth. I ask you to smile and be happy. I ask you to serve the Universe in good grace. I bless you. Now bless yourself gladly.