Onderstaande tekst is uit het boek “Buddhist Boot Camp” van Timber Hawkeye uit 2013. Dit boekje heeft mooie, inspirerende en vooral ook toegankelijke korte teksten. Ik deel er hieronder graag één met jou. Ik ga ervan uit dat de uitgever hiermee akkoord is 😉

Ik ben voornemens jou iedere zondag een mooie quote of kort verhaal te schenken. Geniet ervan!

 

Love Is the Recognition of Beauty

A flower doesn’t stop being beautiful just because somebody walks by without noticing it, nor does it cease to be fragrant if its scent is taken for granted. The flower just continues to be its glorious self: elegant, graceful, and magnificent.

Our Mother Nature has provided us with these immeasurably valuable teachers that blossom despite their short lifespan, stars that continue to shine even if we fail to stare at them, and trees that don’t take it personally if we never bow down in gratitude for the oxygen they provide.

We also have an incredible and unlimited capacity to love, but the question is: Can we do it like a flower? Without needing to be admired, adored, or even noticed? Can we open our hearts completely to give, forgive, celebrate, and joyfully live our lives without hesitation or need for reciprocity?

It seems like sometimes we go beyond taking things personally and are noticeably deflated when unappreciated. In fact, devastated, we wilt in sorrow and then attempt to guard ourselves by withholding, using all sorts of protections and defenses. We get hurt (even angry) if our boss fails to recognize an astonishing feat, if a lover pulls their hand away, or when a friend forgets our birthday. Can you imagine a flower copping an atitude for not being praised, or the moon dimming its glow because we’re too self-absorbed to notice it more often?

Make an effort to shine no matter what, to love unconditionally, and to be a kind and gentle soul (even when nobody is watching).

And, if you’re you’re so inclined, hug the next tree you see and say, “Thank you!”

 

Everything has its beauty,

but not everyone can see it.

– Confucius