The coming warmth of the morning sun softly caresses the
flower's unopened petals. As the flower expands to engulf
the sun's rays, the prior night's dew slowly dissipates.
The sun gives freely, neither asking for nor expecting a
return. Knowing it is neither gift nor taking, the flower
blossoms without fear, gently adding it's own beauty and
sense of being to it's surroundings and to those fortunate
enough to pass within it's presence.
Within reach, the jewel of Enlightenment...however, even
for those that thus come, though the ancient bristlecone
pine and the desert's saguaro cactus are great and noble
entities, the pinetree's seed dropped at the saguaro's foot
will not take root, nor the saguaro's seed at the
pinetree's foot. Magnificent as each is, something else
needs be done...
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