Friday, August 15, 2014


As they decline, their color intensifies. Perhaps the life force, the energy draws itself in to let loose a final rush of color. Something. All I know is that this bouquet of dahlias was on my bedroom dresser for two weeks, and day by day I took close note of its progress, if you will, towards decay. For a while I kept telling myself to ditch the wilted bunch, and then suddenly, when they seemed verging on total done-ness, their color became richly concentrated, while all the water in the vase evaporated.

Joseph Campbell talks of all things having consciousness, and I am without doubt that the consciousness of these spectacular colors continues to inhabit my living space. But are they still flowers, or purely, now, color and fibrous tissue? It matters not.

They are exquisite in what we would call death.


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    1. Thank you, John. These colors are like a drug to my brain.

  2. It's amazing how the phenomenal world responds to the quality of our attention, and it's beautiful to see you so closely, so firmly, so completely engaged in that attention.

    Of course the universe will fall at your feet when you love it like this. It cannot resist you.



    1. Ohhhhhh, the universe is falling, falling.

      A delight to know you've visited, Scott.