The Whole Flower: February 21, 2016

I was looking at the flower bed by the front door. “That is the whole”, I said. I was looking at a plant with a spread of leaves; and it seemed suddenly plain that the flower itself was part of the earth; that a ring enclosed what was the flower; and that was the real flower; part earth; part flower.  It was a thought I put away as being likely to be very useful to me later.   

“A Sketch of the Past” (MOB 71)