Monday, September 04, 2006
Among all flora and fauna, the mimosa plant has a unique quality; it is sensitive to touch. The slightest contact makes this shy plant retreat to safety – a miraculous movement that makes one ponder what it is protecting itself from. At first glance, its sensitivity may be seen as a sign of aloofness but upon deeper understanding, its sensitive response may be an unsaid wish to be handled with care, tenderness, and patience.
Perhaps like the butterfly in its safe and warm cocoon, the mimosa finds comfort in the safety of itself – fear and uncertainty holding it back inside. It’s afraid of being hurt, no matter how much pain it has survived – uncertain if its resilience is enough to withstand whatever doubts that are playing it its mind. But the butterfly has come out of its cocoon, breaking a tiny piece of its safety, layer by layer as time progresses. It has shuddered at the nakedness of its cocoon but it has learnt to let go of fear and uncertainty – and let the warm rays of sun caress it back to strength, strong enough to let it try its wings, little by little.
Brave butterfly, this newfound freedom of flight is akin to ecstasy – flying so high and bursting into song, so lost in touch. The world takes on a completely different perspective from this height – the sky is a beautiful, alluring azure…the clouds almost close to touch. Dizzy, breathless flight…
Shy mimosa…I know of your mutability, your potential for metamorphosis; just like the butterfly. Trust in your beholder, like you have done so and you’ll realise that you’ll be found – not lost, in the acme of tenderness and the care of a patient nurturer.
-do u care..?i wish to know..
