Life is clearly understood by looking at wheat…rooted, connected and sustained by the nutrients of the earth and nurtured by the light of the sun. These basic elements of life are apparent for its survival.
Now examine its purpose and position.
One of its purposes is sustenance which is offered to many forms of life. Maybe, the wheat has knowledge of its value, giving may be its mode of communication. Even though we may not understand it, the wheat may understand us.
The wheat has also emotional beauty which it shares with us.
As we gaze upon a field of wheat, it may convey feelings of serenity, calmness, and peace. We may also experience its sensual beauty through its soothing touch, refreshing aroma when baked and even as we hear it interact with the breezes on a cool autumn day.
The wheat may share its unconditional love but is it reciprocal?
Our perception of the wheat is reflected from the exact moment in which it is growing and sharing to the exact point in which we are gazing upon it or consuming it. We both are products of nature’s elements. I may become lost in my own thoughts but the simplicity of it all boils down to how we interact with one another.
The wheat thrives plentiful with its family and community but alone may go unnoticed, almost invisible. How can one acknowledge the wheat and give thanks for what has nurtured us so well, when we can barely see it?
The story of purpose, survival, nurturing and connectivity can be taught within one gaze of this fruitful field. May we feel its love for us as it offers its nurturing gifts in a single touch, taste or gaze. The wheat never stops giving but in its silence it may be forgotten.
The wheat thrives plentiful with its family and community but alone may go unnoticed, almost invisible. How can one acknowledge the wheat and give thanks for what has nurtured us so well, when we can barely see it?
The story of purpose, survival, nurturing and connectivity can be taught within one gaze of this fruitful field. May we feel its love for us as it offers its nurturing gifts in a single touch, taste or gaze. The wheat never stops giving but in its silence it may be forgotten.
3-19-05
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