Crush the Flower...  

rm_Vitruvius78 38M
127 posts
7/30/2006 8:28 am

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Crush the Flower...

(Please do not read this blog if you are not in the mood stated above. I apologize in advance but I have to write this to stay sane.)

I saw a flower today. That is all I can remember now. I saw a flower somwhere and it looked beautiful.

I remember waking up around 7 am. I remember the coffee in some distant world, and the buttered bread, my first cigarette this day which seems ages ago, and my plan to get some work done. I remember turning on the TV before nearly fainting in shock and running out of the house dumbfounded.

That is all I can remember happening before the flower.

I found myself staring down at it from where I sat on the side of a foot path in my village. It was just there. Undisturbed, and unaffected by my presence. I wish I could say it was indifferent to my presence but something tells ne that was not true.

I think I had been vomitting because I could taste something funny in my mouth. My stomach confirmed that a minute later when I felt a creeping nausea in my veins and almost lost it again. My heart was still pounding but it was finally waning as I focused on the white petals that were poised there in silence.

I must have seen thousands of flowers in my life. Anyone surly has. No one goes through life without seeing at least one flower. Yes, I have definitely seen thousands of flowers, but this one chose to give me a though that woke me up from my stupor.

It was alive.

Well, and pretty. It was growing in the summer sun on an isolated patch of dirt, awaiting the winter when it too will go to sleep content with its life.

That is when I started thinking..
I can crush this flower but it wouldn't whimper. It wouldn't be able to fight back and it would have to accept its fate. "Death from above takes the form of a boot." A headline in the "FLOWER GAZETTE"
But How would it react? It would take the pain silently and perhaps pity my ignorance in the process. It might even say a little prayer for my soul before I crushed it completely. Who knows?

I realised that nature is busy around me and that the flower was part of it. The sun was high and soon would be low. The wind was blowing and the trees were swaying. The birds were nesting and somewhere off in the distance I could here the busy buzz of the bees bustling about their business, Buzzing away.

Buzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Buz...

Wait! Bees or no bees, nothing can buz for that long and to that rythem. Not that high up in the sky anyway.

That is when it dawned on me and realisation struck me head on. It was the now familiar U2 plane out on its daily route taking pictures of my home and relaying them somewhere to pinpoint some target or another.

In the age of surgical attacks and precise bombardment this advancement in technology is what makes picking out a pin in a haystack, or a terrorist for that matter, possible nowadays.

This plane is the one that differentiates between military and non-military targets.

Then the image from TV that morning came flooding back into my head and I felt my heart literally sinking to my stomach. The image I had seen earlier that mornig suddenly appeared in my mind. The vacant look of a blood smeared infant covered in dust carried in the arms of a Red Cross Paramedic as he hysterically cried out indiscriminant words of healp and tears flooded down his cheek. The Infant could have been Israeli, but it wasn't. Israel has the equivalent Blue Star and this was not it.

I served three years in the Red Cross. In 1996 Qana, the biblical village of the first miracle, was bombed in an air raid. 102 civilians died while seeking refuge in a UNIFL station, including the UN Figian peace keeping regiment posted there.

2006 Qana was bombed again ten years later and the body count was 52 this morning.

I knew then it was pointless to crush that flower. It would only grow again and be crushed again. Eventually I will die, and there will always be a flower.


papyrina 50F
21133 posts
7/30/2006 1:21 pm

what a truelly wonderful post,thankyou for sharing.

A little flower surving a scorched land it can survive and bloom so can you as people one day,hugs


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i'm here to stay


EvilEvilKitten1 61F

8/1/2006 8:12 pm

The flower's message is one of life's constant renewal and regeneration. Think of all the earth has gone through - life will win through again.

N


MOfunNOWWOW 55F

8/2/2006 6:48 am

That is beauty beyond! Flower rare with all it's wisdom. If only that "flower" could blossom in the hearts of all! (((deepest of sorrow daily and embracing of you and your the eyes of your soul)
Hugs and kisses {=}


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VCF1962 104F

8/2/2006 2:09 pm

What wonderful words for such a sorrowful world. The imagery that you conjure up is incredible - the horror of war and yet you still find a point of beauty to focus on.

Be safe and be well.

Mistress Innuendo
Taking what you say and turning it into something naughty !!


LustyTaurus 48M  
21253 posts
8/2/2006 7:44 pm

From where you live in the world and the events around you...this collection of words is made even more profound.


rm_corezon 53F
3376 posts
8/3/2006 8:42 am

I also thank you for sharing your words and thoughts here. I linked this piece to my own blog, hoping that you will not mind, so that others can read it.


adventurecockNo1 40M
17 posts
8/3/2006 9:09 am

Vitruvius, I linked to this post from Cliticals page on the response to the war.

I just want to thank you, at times of need we all read, see or hear something that can help us (it is always there, just sometimes invisible) these thoughts of yours have come at a good time for me. You have written a truly beautiful post which has impact on the personal, public and professional. Thank you for that.

Peace be with you Aki.
x


economickrisis 54M

8/3/2006 10:31 pm

Survive.


LadySunrise 33F  
2432 posts
8/4/2006 9:23 am

this is very good....and the comments left were heartfelt!!

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