Monday, 31 May 2010

The Golden Flower, The River of Love and The Immortal Gardener

White Lotus - photograph by Li-Ji
(used under the Creative Commons Attribution licence 2.0)

I have just found this incredibly beautiful parable at © Vladimir Antonov, 2010. This material may be reproduced with a reference to the author and to his site.


Parable about the Golden Flower, the River of Love, and the Immortal Gardener

Many legends were composed about the mystery of the Flower of Heart. Some legends call it the Flower of Life; some speak about it as about the Golden Flower, others assert that it is the Flower of Immortality. All these names are not casual: they reflect the blissful aroma of this Flower and lift slightly a veil of the mystery which surrounds it…

… Once there was a man who lived in a small valley hidden in the mountains. He lived easily and lightly! Many people called him saint; others called him monk; the others called him the Enlightened.
Yet he neither spoke nor thought about himself in that way.

Sometimes he called himself a gardener, although he did not have a garden. He cultivated just one single flower: the Golden Flower of Spiritual Heart, the Flower which grants Immortality.

This man lived simply. He lived and rejoiced at the existence that he contemplated! He was a friend with the mountains where he lived, with the winds which passed over his small valley, with the grasses and flowers which bloomed there in spring and beautified his abode during the summer. He was a friend with the stars which smiled at him at night, and with the sun which shone during the day. He was a friend even with the clouds and snows which covered his dwelling place in late autumn and in cold winter.

Sometimes animals or birds came to him; they were his friends. Sometimes people who needed help and healing visited him. And he helped them all; he never refused to help anybody.
He lived for a long, long time. But one day his Flower was grown and it was time for him to leave; he went to the other Immortals and became the Gardener Who sows seeds and cultivates shoots which produce new Golden Flowers.

And he left for people the memory of the Golden Flower which grants Immortality, and of the Source of the River of Love which flows and nourishes growing Flowers.

… The mystery of the Golden Flower attracted people. They climbed the mountains to find the Flower of Immortality. They found different flowers there, tore them off mercilessly and made powders and tinctures, decoctions and ointments… But those potions could not make them Immortal...

Others believed that magical power was hidden in the roots. And they dug them out and killed in vain those gentle creatures…

Nobody succeeded in finding the Golden Flower. And its mystery remained unsolved…

… But once a young man came to that place. His beloved was seriously ill. He was told that she was dying. Yet one healer said him that she will recover from her illness if the man gives her the Flower of Life.

The young man went to the mountains and found there a beautiful flower. Its corolla was so gentle that the young man thought it was the Flower of Life! He knelt down before the flower… but could not tear it off. The mercy towards life did not allow him to ruin this beauty!... The young man lowered his hands and whispered: “Forgive me!” And it was not clear whether he said this to his beloved or to the flower…

At that moment a Voice sounded: “He who respects life deserves to be helped!…”

This Voice was the Voice of the Divine Gardener, Who could appear in any time and in any place as any of the Immortal Ones.

He Himself consisted entirely of Light and Peace. Bliss emanated from each His movement and word.

“I am glad that you had mercy on this flower!” He said.

“The girl that I love is dying…” the young man whispered.

“You were told to give her the Flower of Life. But it is impossible to tear it off and bring somewhere! It is only possible to grow it from your own cordial love, nourished by the River of Love!”

“But my beloved is dying right now… And I do not have enough time to help her…” answered the young man.

“Do not grieve, I will help you. Over there, there is the Source of the River of Love. And a tiny pure brook is also streaming over there. Fill your hands with its water and tell to this water from your spiritual heart: ‘I love you!’. Then pour out this water on the flower and say to it the same words: ‘I love you!’ After a while dewdrops will appear on the petals. Collect these dewdrops from the flower, and this will be enough to cure your beloved! And while you are waiting for the dewdrops to come, enter the River of Love and try to understand the Laws of Love according to which a person can live happily on the Earth!”

The Gardener explained to the young man how to dive into the Flow of the Living Light of the River of Love and disappeared.

The young man stayed in that Flow for a very long time and listened to the Living River; singing streams of it were telling him about the mysteries of life, about the laws of Tao.

And he understood how love transforms a human life! And any person who does not have cordial love in the heart cannot enter the River of Love! Souls, in which the light of love does not shine, are not capable of touching the Flow of Living Love, and that is why they are deprived of happiness.
On the other hand, those who live, giving their love, live and grow in the Flow of the River of Love where Light, Joy, and Bliss are streaming! And only these people can be happy!

And when the young man realized all this, being filled with happiness, and transformed himself, he could see transparent droplets on the petals of the flower. He picked them up carefully and went to his beloved. She took the medicine of the Gardener and was cured.

… They lived in peace and happiness; for their life was passing in the River of Love!

… When their son grew up and became a young man, he decided to thank the Immortal Gardener for the wonderful healing of his mother, for the life He gave her, and in that way to him too.

So he took the road to find that small valley in the mountains.

He climbed higher and higher and admired the beauty which was opening to his sight. Majestic mountains greeted him with their peaks illumined with the sun. Gentle wind, which was flying over the open space, embraced him. Flowers, which beautified a valley, gave him their fragrance. He was walking, and stars smiled at him at night, and the sun lit up each day.

He found a small valley in the mountains, where the Immortal Gardener lived once, and the Source where the River of Love originated.

And he thought then: “I wish to cultivate the Flower of Life and then to tell people about the Way to the true happiness!”

And at once he saw the Immortal Gardener. The Gardener said: “Let it be as you want; for you are dreaming not only of your personal welfare, but of the welfare of others! I will show you how — out of the Silence of Tao — the Flower of Life opens in a human spiritual heart! I will show you the Depths from which its root comes out! And then you can grow your own Flower and tell people about the mystery of the Flower of Life — the Flower of Heart which grows from Infinite Tao and opens in a human soul! You can become the Gardener too!”


"Be the change that you want to see in the world" - Gandhi.

I've been doing a lot of thnking about my purpose in life recently... just why am I here? And this seems to be the answer.

I find the world to be an astonishingly beautiful place. Despite all of the things which mankind does to itself, there are so many beautiful things in the world... flowers, trees, clouds, birds, mountains. Look and count how many flowers you can find in a single day, even in the city, and take a moment to reflect just how beautiful they are.

Silent Wishes

I listen to the silence
Of the magic world
Deeper and deeper
Into the core of my being
When you wish
With all your heart
I feel your presence
In my soul

(copyright Stephen Peto)

I wish you all a peaceful and beautiful day.

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Owls in mythology

Owls are symbols of wisdom, learning and preceptive insight, but also because they hunt at night, they are associated with secrecy and darkness.

Owl Woman's Vision by Carole Estrup.
(copyright Carole Estrup, picture used with the permission of the artist).

To see more of this amazing artist's beautiful, inspirational paintings, visit

Owls as Totem animals
Owls are one of the native american totem animals and represent clairvoyance and insight. The Great Horned Owl is often referred to as Night Eagle. The owl is at home in the night and has great awareness of all that is around it at all times. It is a predator with sharp accurate vision and is symbolic of great intuition. It is the totem of those that can see into the spirit world. It has the courage to follow its instincts. Owl's medicine includes seeing behind masks, silent and swift movement, keen sight, messenger of secrets and omens, shape-shifting, the link between the dark, unseen world and the world of light.

The Celtic Goddess Arianrhod
Arianrhod was an important Welsh goddess, the mother aspect of the Celtic goddess. She was a star goddess, whose castle Caer Arianrhod lay in the Aurora Borealis. She was a goddess of beauty, the Moon, fertility and reincarnation.

In Celtic Myth the Goddess has three major aspects: the maiden, the mother and the crone. These three represent the three stages in life of a woman. Blodeuwedd is the flower maiden, Arianrhod represents the mother and The Morrigu at last is the crone.

Arianrhod was said to be able to shapeshift into a large Owl, and through its eyes be able to see into the dark depths of the human soul. The Owl symbolizes death and renewal, wisdom, moon magic, and initiations. She is said to move with strength and purpose through the night, her wings of comfort and healing spread to give solace to those who seek her.

The Greek Goddess Athena
In Ancient Greek mythology the Owl was a creature sacred to the Athena, Goddess of wisdom. Athena had an owl companion, which was said to reveal unseen truths. Athena was also a celebrated artisan and patron of craftsmen. Athena was said to have the power of shape shifting and would appear to mortals in the form of an owl.