Bless The Seeds

A Lily looked inside herself and called out to all the tiny parts within, “Ok, everybody, it’s time for us to bloom!”

“We can be the stem,” several cried. “We used to be a branch on an ancient oak tree.”

“We’ll be the pollen!” came another chorus. “Once, we were the summer dust of a nomad’s trail.”

“We’ll be the petals,” a cacophony arose. “We’ve been butterfly wings before.”

And so all her bits drew on their experiences, arranging stamen and pistil, sepal and style, until only one little bit remained.

“I have been nothing of use. How may I help with the blooming?”

“Little one,” Lily cried, “you are needed! Each flower is a miracle, filled with the magic of never-having-been-exactly-this before. It is your experience of newness that will provide the magic. Without you, there can be no gasp at first sight.”

“I can do that,” the bit agreed, “I can be what I have never been.”

“Then you are a rare one, and blessed are we.”

That spring, when the forest folk glimpsed the Lily, its beauty held such a glam that no one considered it a delicacy, and the blossom lasted long into the season.

Finally, the day came for the Lily to release her bloom to create the next generation.

“Little one, it is time again for you to be what you have never been.”

“And what is that?”

            “It's time for you to bless our seeds, so that each will carry your willingness to transform and change.”

            “How do I do that?”

            “Let go. Cease and be. And in this way, you will bestow your blessing.”

            “I am afraid this time.”

            “What awaits is pure adventure. What awaits is never-having-been-exactly-this before."

            While Lily was speaking, the little one let go. She ceased and she was. She blessed the seeds.