We think of their lives as brief. But who knows? Maybe to these desert wildflowers, they are eternal.
What if they reincarnate as flowers, over and over, with each life flowing into the next as if it were one?
I don’t see how there can be any life without change, and so neither we nor desert wildflowers can bloom forever.
It seems to me that there has to be a repeated cycle of budding, blooming, and wilting.
Seasons must pass and the wind must blow. The moon must observe its phases. And our lives must wax and wane from one new experience to another.
I like to compare our lives to the desert flowers in the Springtime. We bloom with our own special colors, then wilt, rest, and reseed. Who knows what color our blooms will be next Spring?
I like the idea of being different with each new life. Because isn’t change the thing that makes life eternal?
Happy May Day!