Give and Take
.
As the rosebud slowly opens
In the warm rays of the sun
She proudly displays
To the admiring gaze
Of everyone looking on
.
But the kindly sun who gave her life
Is the self-same sun to cause her death
And her rich colour wanes
While he sucks dry her veins
Until she exhales her last breath
.
©DGA 23 January 2012 07:06
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But she can live on as pot pourri
Haha, Cin… I suppose so, but it seems so sad.
Awww, so sad, the little sunflower – but her seeds make sure she lives again to see another sun!
Yes, Barb, seeds for propagation sounds much nicer than pot pourri, doesn’t it.
Is it possible that what gives us life could be the same thing that takes it away from us?
I think everything in life is a circle, Inzwakazi. The earth circles the sun. The moon circles the earth. The seasons come over and over again in turn, as do day and night, life and death…
Sounds similar to the human body … as it withers on the vine of life.
Blessings – Maxi
Just the same, Maxi…
Bless you too.
And such is the circle of life…beautiful poem Denise
And so it goes, Jake… Thank you.
Oh the give and take…
Circles, within circles, Liz…
Starling end,. I didn’t see this one coming. Everything does indeed have its cycle.
Yes, they do, Jeannie, some longer and some shorter…
Excellent!
So nice to see you here, Connor.
The circle of life . . . led by the sun.
It appears to be, Nancy. But in a circle who can tell who’s leading whom?
‘live and die by the sword’
Good one adeeyoyo – sad but true.
It is sad, Gabe. Also seems quite cruel sometimes…
Yes, it’s true if we live by the sword we die by the sword…But, isn’t it beautiful knowing that when we die by the sun…we can live forever…in the Son.
Excellent, Paul! What a great comment, my friend.
Strangely enough, I read this morning
“If you think you can have good without evil,
right without wrong, order without chaos,
you understand nothing
about the laws of the universe.
You cannot have Heaven without Earth.”
- ChuangTzu
Wow!!! I like that and I think balance throughout everything is necessary – for now anyway, but it needs a lot of thought… would Earth then equate with Hell? There are some who think that…
I love Chuang Tzu’s thought. A great course of inspiration.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/tao/mcm/index.htm
Thank you so much for the link!
Beautiful work.
Thanks, Hook.
I like the giant sun flowers. They command the garden with their stature and stand defiantly against their inevitable demise.
They are very regal looking, Carl. Beautiful, I agree!
That’s how life is.. to live and die.. but its up to us as to what we make of it in the middle.
Yes, that’s where all our choices lie, Epizeuxis.