Floral Simplicity

It is a cold, gray afternoon. Worries weigh on my mind like the nimbostratus, filled with rain, that hover over the land.

In search of a wise, earthy voice, I seek Mary Oliver’s poetry in my library. I come upon the poem “Just Lying on the Grass at Blackwater.” These verses strike me as the message I was non-consciously seeking:

I lie down in the fields of goldenrod, and everlasting.

Who could find me?

My thoughts simplify. I have not done a thousand things

or a hundred things but, perhaps, a few.

Blue Iris (2004)

Her verses immediately remind me of another friend of my heart-soul, Henry David Thoreau, who writes:

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand.

Walden, “Where I Lived, What I Lived For”

I am once again summoned to simplify, to be like the wild flowers in Jesus’ “Sermon on the Mount”:

And why are you worried about clothing? Notice how the lilies of the field grow; they do not labor nor do they spin thread for cloth, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.

Matthew 6: 28-29 (New American Standard Bible)

And so I walk outside into my garden and regard the red lilies that have bloomed, showing themselves among the green leaves of the anthurium plants.

And I remember the wild flowers, shaped like stars, that I have seen over the past few months in my travels around Costa Rica.

Lilies in Tárcoles: April 2021
Estrella de Montaña in Boruca: January 2021
Wild flower in Monumento Nacional Guayabo: October 2020

These flowers’ forms remind me of the the simplicity and the unity in diversity that pervades the cosmos. At once I am pacified.

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