Crocus

A yellow crocus blossom opened in my garden today. It was very small and quite timid, since the morning was brisk and gray. As my life ripens to its conclusion, I find that these small signs of the planet's life affect me more profoundly each season. In these small plants, I see my own lifespan in accelerated miniature. The sheer brevity of life is so obvious. Its beauty is so fleeting. Its end so unavoidable and final. I am looking forward to watching my garden. It will continue to teach me many things. It is part of my practice to learn from every experience of my being in every moment of mindfulness.