[E-Magazine]: Through the blooming seasons

We just keep passing through the flower seasons in life, and the impermanent life keeps passing by. There are many difficult and desperate times, but a little bit of flower scent at the Zen gate is enough to soothe the soul of a person who is so small in this world.

Early in the morning, when the noise of the street is not yet noisy, I still go out to the garden to sit and drink tea, quietly watching time pass by each leaf and flower petal. The rose bush is still budding, but I know that in just a few days, it will bloom brilliantly in the corner of the garden. The laurel tree was still fragrant a few days ago, but this morning its white petals have fallen. I secretly wonder, perhaps the life of flowers is born to make people smile. And human life is just to pass through the seasons of flowers blooming. The seasons of flowers blooming, the seasons of flowers fading, the life of people laughing and crying, the life of people coming together and parting.

That was the season of grapefruit flowers in the backyard, spreading their fragrance, grandmother cooked a pot of steam for mother on the days of "blooming flowers". I was born in the joy of the whole family, father awkwardly went in and out, picking betel leaves to warm me. I was like a lotus bud with a pretty little rosebud, pure fragrance spreading innocently in the world full of worries, crazy rumors. I was also a flower crystallized from the love of parents, of family. That was the season of flowers I came to this world, fresh, innocent, peaceful in the loving arms of parents.

We grew up running along the dike, the season of cogon grass flowers pinned to the hem of our shirts. Mimosa flowers bloomed purple on the way to school, we playfully touched them and enjoyed watching their leaves slowly close. Month by month, day by day, passing through the flower seasons, we also passed through our youth. The season of poinciana flowers, we passed the university entrance exam, became students, the potential generation of the country. Then the season of royal poinciana flowers lit up in the summer sun, the season of purple Lagerstroemia flowers filled the corner of the school yard, we said goodbye to our friends, continuing to write our dreams of an open future.

One day, someone gave me some shy rose petals, I suddenly felt shy, my face lit up with boundless happiness. I suddenly loved the street corner with the magnolia tree, where every day that person saw me off, then reluctantly left until I disappeared on the other side of the gate with the bougainvillea trellis. Then on days without an appointment, I pondered by the window, playing the piano, the song about the night-blooming cereus by Trinh Cong Son hummed in the sound of the drizzling rain. The season of love has love, anger, joy and sadness, surely everyone has experienced it once so that every time I remember it, my heart is filled with emotions.

In the wedding season, the bride puts flowers in her hair, the groom also puts a flower on his left chest. The gate is full of flowers, the room is full of flowers, on the lips of relatives and friends are also bright smiles like blooming flowers. The season of lovebirds walking side by side in the fragrant scent of flowers, the season of crystallization of love and maturity, a new turning point in life when the companion is no longer a parent, but a person who will be by our side until the end of the road of happiness. We are moved to tears, our hands clasped tightly with the hand of the person we love, the other hand holding a bouquet of flowers to show off on the wedding day.

We just keep passing through the flower seasons in life, and the impermanent life keeps passing by. There are many difficult and desperate times, a little bit of flower scent at the Zen gate is enough to soothe the soul of a person who is so small in this world. We do not know when our parents will leave, perhaps on Vu Lan day, we will be the one wearing white flowers on our chest. We also do not know when we ourselves will leave this world , surely at that time our loved ones will sprinkle flower petals on the ground where we lie.

Going through the ups and downs of life, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life, the reunions and separations, the joys and sorrows intertwined like flowers blooming, flowers fading, green leaves then yellow leaves falling back to their roots. However, every moment has equal value in life, like yellow leaves, it is also the flower of autumn, even if the flower fades, it also promises the buds of the next season. The time we pass is counted by the blooming seasons. So, if today the flowers bloom, today the fragrance is fragrant, let us live lovingly, fully in each present moment, accept the coming and going as usual, calmly and peacefully through the blooming seasons.

Content: Lac Yen

Photo: Internet Document

Graphics: Mai Huyen

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