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.
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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