Broken

Flowers in vases don't transport very well. I took a hyacinth to my step-daughter in a vase that fit into the cup-holder in the car. (And it's no small feat to find a vase that has a bottle-sized bottom.) Nevertheless, by the time we had driven 2-1/2 hours, the flower stem had broken off the bulb. Sigh.

In the full bloom of life, the flower breaks. Things break. Things change. Things don't go as we wish they would. The body gets sick. Perhaps very sick.

The Dharma is teaching us something. Do we have the eyes to see? The ears to hear?