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I’m not a spiritual teacher but I can tell you a tale about one.
Once this man was walking in the jungle and he came across a flower bud and he could
tell by looking at the flower bud that when it bloomed it would be a most beautiful
flower so he decided it would be best if he helped the flower to bloom as soon as possible.
First he spoke to the flower about some physical exercises it could do to prepare itself for
the meditation that would allow the flower to bloom quicker. Strangely, the flower remained silent.
He decided that perhaps chanting would be more appropriate for the flower bud so he instructed the
flower bud on several complex sanskit chants and waiting patiently for the flower to reproduce them.
Still the bud remained utterly silent.
Well, he thought, plants do breath so I must instruct it on some breath extension and retention. He
gave a long discourse on the use of pranayama to bring about a meditative state of mind. The flower
listened very intently however when the teacher was done, it’s breathing remained the same and it didn’t make a sound.
Finally, in desperation the man shouted a simple meditation technique to the flower bud. “Just be Still”.
Upon the instant the man realised his error and left the flower bud in peace.
The next day in the sun, the flower bloomed so full and beautiful and stunning.
It was truly a magnificent flower, yet it made no sound. It drew no attention to it’s awesomeness.
It did not verbally rejoice in it’s exquisit gentleness but it certainly enjoyed it immensely.
Enjoyed it’s self with it’s full being.
And it was still in silence as it faded, still in silence as it fell to the floor and even in
silence as it returned to the earth to complete the circular embrace.
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