Flower Power
Back in the sixties when flower power was at its height I wondered what it actually meant besides being just a signature slogan of a subculture.
Now I know. The power of a flower is to reflect to me the world from whence it comes. A world of light and beauty behind this one where nothing dies. It reminds me from whence I come.
But only if I can truly listen. And I can only do that when the noise of mind is absent.
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Drugs gave us an apparently miraculous shortcut to heaven but, as anyone who has taken them and is reading this knows, there was and is a terrible price to be paid in arrears. Just look at the aftermath.
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