I AM A ROCK (of course)
I was asked this question by a good friend and it really got me thinking. At first I thought: I am a LION, of course I am a rock. I am strong, I am brave. I am dependable. I am (very) masculine. I never give up. Endurance is my middle name! “Build your house on the ROCK” the song goes…
or AM I POSSIBLY A FLOWER?
Then my friend gave me this to read:
“A flower is weak. A rock by the side of the flower is strong. Would you like to be like a rock, or would you like to be like a flower? A flower is weak, remember, very weak – just a small wind and the flower will be gone. The petals will fall to the earth.
A flower is a miracle; it is a miracle how the flower exists. So weak, so soft! Seems to be impossible – how is it possible? Rocks seem to be okay; they exist, they have their arithmetic to exist. But the flower? It seems to be completely unsupported – but still a flower exists; that’s the miracle.” – From the book “Intimacy” by OSHO
I wasn’t so sure anymore about my answer. After some soul-searching and a little bit of help I decided:
For many years I tried every day to Roarrr myself into being a rock. I call it my Rock ‘n Roaring phase.
BUT I had to give in to my sensitive side. I, for instance, love doing poetry. There! I said it, I LOVE doing poetry. Pretty flowery lingo wouldn’t you say?
Beautiful words bundled together into a bouquet of Tulips – what could be more beautiful. Every time I said ROAR, my head started rhyming it with words like SOAR, CORE, MORE, EXPLORE, etc. It got to a point that I could no longer IGNORE it. No, really! At some stage it gets to you if you don’t turn it into something like a poem or a song. Being a LION and having a responsibility to the animal kingdom, I was very confused. How could I be born into a responsibility of stability and strength, but also have feelings of passion, seeking beauty, listening to my inner knowledge, following signs?
So, I went to see the Fish of Far-Sightedness. I’ve heard of him helping other Bhoomies many times over. The wisdom that came to me by looking through his magic monocle was uncanny. First it said “Balance”. Then it said: ” Tea” and all I could think was – “Tea rhymes with me”. I told Miss Tea-Time and she decided it will be her new motto. The third clear sign to me was: ” Doorway” and the fourth one “Phoenix”. Now, if that doesn’t shout out “Balance is Showing my Strength through Poetry” – then what would!? So here I am, dependable as a rock and sensitive as a flower. It takes incredible strength and courage for flowers to be. I found my balance. I sometimes even get called names like “Flower” and “Balance-Boy” – that doesn’t bother me, in fact :
I love it!
Whew, glad I got that off my chest!
Samson
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PS. “Samson is dedicated to my dad, my brothers, all the guys out there that are being strong for someone else, to Adam that painted me the ochre-coloured background that inspired Samson and last, but not least my own strong guy without whom Bhoomies wouldn’t even exist. It is ok to sometimes be flowers!” – Lie-Lie