This flower of self really has to lose all its petals, it really has to drop away before the next movement starts to happen.
—Adyashanti, Spontaneous Awakening
At first I tried to keep them attached,
then tried to tear them off,
these petals of self.
Sweet flower, said Rumi,
Be still. The petals fall
as it’s time for them to fall.
But, I said, shouldn’t I DO
something? He smiled,
and pointed to the darkening
sky where hail was forming
in the afternoon clouds.