If I were a plant, I might arrive at silence and stillness a little more gracefully. I might meditate with greater success.
If I were a plant, I think you would find that – impossible as it seems – I am both an annual and a perennial. Both evergreen and deciduous, succulent and garden flower, creeping fig and marigold.
A plant thinks “where is the light and heat, there is the light and heat, here are my roots, if water comes I shall drink what I need.”
An animal thinks “my belly is empty, my belly is full, this is my place, this is not my place, these are my children, I have no children.”
A human thinks “through many gateways I have passed, to come into this place at last.”