The Poppy: A Parable of Birth, Growth and Death
When you look at a flower like a poppy you see how much it is like a person. It starts as a seed, a kernel of potential, which looks little like the adult it will become. It grows into a green shoot. The shoot is flexible, pliable and easily adapts to its environment like a child. Then it reaches full maturity and holds its head up proudly in its full beauty as does a human youth. It’s purpose, like that of a beautiful young person is to attract and procreate. Then, having been fertilized it enters into a different state of being. Its beauty, mission accomplished, slowly fades as new growth begins within. Then it becomes less pliable, less adaptable. It bursts open and spreads its seeds. Then, its green stalk and branches dry and turn woody and thick. Now it is brittle and easily broken until finally, withered and sere it dies to make room for the next generation.
There is a season for everything under heaven.