Another view of the dandelion is told by a Buddhist monk in this story below, which is taken from the book The Gift of Well-Being
As we were approaching the bridge which connects
England and Scotland, I was struck by something on the pavement: a
dandelion coming up through it.
Smeaton's Seven Arched Bridge Connecting England and Scotland |
Normally, I wouldn't have noticed it,
but because of the heightened state of awareness I was in at that
moment, the dandelion seemed to jump up at me. I thought, "How did
that dandelion get through the tarmac? Dandelions are so small." It
struck me that, if it could think when it was underneath the asphalt
that dandelion would have thought, "My goodness, this is not
possible, it's too black and dense to even try!", because that was the
apparent nature of things.
Fortunately, however, a dandelion doesn't think like this. It's in the
nature of the dandelion to penetrate through the tarmac and to
blossom. That's the way of the dandelion. It also happens to be the
way of the human heart. Even when the apparent nature of things is
so black and thick that it appears impenetrable, if we're present for
life with concentrated attention, and not continually caught in our
thinking, the heart will find its way through.
So now, when I think about the various possibilities of a dandelion, I also see it as a symbol of strength, wisdom and perseverance of the human heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment