As you may know, I recently developed a bit of a passion for filling my cubicle at work with living things, i.e. green plants and more recently flowers. A co-worker cut off branches of a lilac bush and put pots of them in several places in the office, including my cube, because he knows I’d been interested in sprucing up my workspace.
Over the weekend, though I filled its vase with fresh water on Friday evening, by the time I came back this morning for work, the plant was wilted and emitting no flowery scent.
One of the things that I loved about the plant was that as it was not in soil, just sitting in a pot of water, I could actually observe it throughout the day “drinking” the water. I could also see, that now that it was wilted and unscented, that it was also no longer consuming the water.
This called to mind a book I recently attempted to read about the process of death – yes it is indeed a process, not an event – and how after one appeared to be dead, certain physiological functions continued. Much like this plant which was really no more than a branch cut off from it’s tree and therefore its roots in the ground. I specify roots “in the ground” because the funny thing is that we – and all living things including the plants – feel least firmly rooted in our true root, Brahman, when we are alive and experiencing Maya.
Just an observation.
Mainly though, I found this branch’s short vase-life to be enlightening just to see for my self with my own eyes how very much like us even plants are. They consume, they stay alive. When they are dead, they no longer do so. I know, seems obvious, but to see it actually happening and then not happening is something (or not something).
Jai Hari Aum