Have you ever been in a garden early in the morning?
The flowers are turned toward the sun, awaiting its arrival.
Did you feel the powerful longing for the coming of the light that surged all around?
Have you ever observed a flower bud completely closed, and then how, slowly, miraculously, the petals open, one by one.
Where does this strength, this energy, this life force come from?
Have you ever seen the earth after it has received a few drops of rain,
when tiny hands of all colors emerge from the earth in a gesture of gratitude?
One can then feel the vibration of gratitude and joyfully admire Nature’s beautiful response.
Nature is so receptive, so open to Grace! If only we could be like her.
So we wonder, but what is it that gives flowers, and often children too, their beauty, their gentleness, that feeling of joyful surrender?
It is the presence of the divine in flowers, in nature.
What we call Psychic Presence. And love.
Love for flowers can help us find our own psychic being, the Inner Divine.
This movement, entirely devoid of selfishness and calculation, is one of the most beautiful forms of psychic consciousness in the world.
But the higher up the scale of mental activity we go, the less frequently we find it.
Indeed, with intelligence come talents, aptitudes, and then corruption and a calculating nature.
For instance, when a rose blooms, it does so spontaneously, for the sole joy of being beautiful, spreading a sweet fragrance,
To express her zest for life, she doesn’t count the cost and expects no reward:
She does it so spontaneously, for the joy of being and living.
Take a human being, with the exception of a few rare cases, from the moment their mind becomes active,
He would try to gain some advantages from his beauty and intelligence.
He wants it to bring him something in return, whether it be the admiration of others or, at times, other kinds of sordid profits.
So, from a psychological standpoint, the rose is far better than human beings.
It is only when you climb to a higher level
and that you consciously do what the rose does unconsciously, that it becomes even more beautiful.
But it must be the same thing: a spontaneous blossoming, without calculation, for the simple joy of Being.
Little children have that sometimes, not always.
Unfortunately, under the influence of their parents and their environment, they learn at a very young age to become calculating.
This kind of desire to get something in return for what one has or does is the ugliest thing in the world.
And it is extremely widespread, so widespread that it has become practically spontaneous in human beings.
Nothing can turn its back on divine love more than this movement, this desire for calculation and profit.
