Watching summer blooms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, I am moved by their loving magnanimity. They give their vitality generously to hummingbirds, bees, butterflies, bumble bees, fireflies, and any other visitors who feed from their sweet heart.
Loving Spirits, the summer flowers give their delicious energy without asking their guests for anything in return. Pollination, in this environment of tender hospitality, is a sacrament of grace.
These colorful blossoms remind me of a poem by Rumi that portrays the generous agapic lover as a server of wine, as the shining moon. May we be such lovers, pouring out of caring hearts.
The one who brings wine
pours again, no need to ask.
Do you ask the moon to rise
and give its light?Rumi, “No Need to Ask”