I am a flower, ready to bear seeds. A small flower, dedicated to bearing fruit. While the fruits of other branches have ripened, it seems its path is still long. It has worried and felt sorry for its small fruit. It immediately sprang into action, setting out to find solutions. It began to look at the other branches. The fruits looked so pleasing to its eyes, adorned with beautiful colors. They had all softened beautifully, spreading their delightful scents around. Then its gaze turned to the flowers beneath the fruits, crushed and diminished. These flowers had also lost their leaves, much like itself.
After making a decision, it managed to communicate its voice to the flowers as far as it could, and it spoke to them one by one. Its goal was to find a definite solution for its fruit. They told it, “You need more sunlight.” “You require plenty of water.” “Accept your situation as it is.” After all these words, the flower’s head was spinning.
Helpless and weak, I, the flower, retreated to my own branch for a few days after these conversations. During this time, I reached a conclusion: There wasn’t a single remedy to fulfill my desire of growing my fruit beautifully. I don’t know how much longer this search will continue, maybe my fruit will ripen in a few weeks, and I will find the solution. Perhaps I will remain in this search until my last leaf merges with the earth.
O lonely and delicate flower! Why did you come into this world? What do you seek? Clearly, you are a lover in search of your true beloved; can’t you see that the end is the ocean? You won’t stop crying out, you’re in mourning due to love; surrender so you can be at peace, and in the end, you’ll meet the essence of love.
O fragile flower! Don’t fear emerging from the small hole on the tree branch after surviving the winter. It’s spring outside. Open the eyes of your heart, look around, and contemplate. Shine even brighter with that sunlight, be adorned with colors. Take care of your fruit. Love it, teach it affection. Ensure that it matures not for temporary pleasure when consumed, but for the service of the human soul, burning (ripening) with the fire of profound love.
O mad flower! There’s no end to this burning, know and embrace it. Nurturing your fruit is the wisdom of your existence, remember this well. It’s a divine duty bestowed upon you; engrave it in your heart. Even though it’s difficult, embrace it willingly.
O weak flower, whose leaves have lost their strength as well! I wonder if this thirst will ever be quenched. There must be a reason for this burning and imploring.
O mortal flower! Look at the ocean of that love, purify yourself. Calm down within that dream. Have trust and patience, so that you may reach the eternal realm of peace.
