Flowers... Since childhood, my eyes have constantly met flowers. But the eyes did not see the colors, and the heart was silent. It was dead and could not see. I still remember my first meeting with a simple, modest flower, a meadow peony! It was like an amazing acquaintance, an acquaintance with an unusually beautiful creature who could speak. It spoke with a fresh, subtle aroma, its gentle, modest coloring and humble appearance. And my eyes met the eyes of this creature, like delicate petals. And the heart heard his speech: this creature spoke about Love, about Love for all living things, which lived a more beautiful life than my heart had lived before... Or rather, it only now began to come to life, thanks to the meeting with God’s amazingly beautiful creation - a simple meadow flower, a shying peony... Thank you, peony! Source: Simeon of Athos Ascent to Heaven
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