How amazing that I bumped into this when perusing your perpetual journal today! I was talking about a spiritual experience and conscious contact in the Morning Trip today! The poem How to Bloom describes it well and the flowers a wonderful BAM awake and perfect moment, evidence of noticing and being in the experience.
I was driving what I hoped would be a shortcut through residential streets to Fremont Avenue (it wasn’t), when I saw these flowers blooming in a parking strip. I couldn’t recall seeing flowers like this before, so I pulled over to take some photographs. No sooner had I stepped out of the car, when I was greeted by name! I was parked in front of the house of one of our Greenwood Library patrons and knitting aficionados. She told me the flowers were fritillaries.
How to Bloom
by Rainer Maria Rilke
I endlessly marvel at you, blissful ones — at your demeanor,
the way you bear your vanishing adornment with timeless purpose.
Ah, to understand how to bloom: then would the heart be carried
beyond all milder dangers, to be consoled in the great one.
Elisa's Spot 