June 3, 2013

The Yellow Flower. ~ Lisa Eastman

Evil is all around us—the irresolution of life.

Broken threads that try to get tied like a shoelace in adulthood. Assuming there is an adulthood. Evil is born and does not grow. It stays in its infantile state. It never matures into existence because when it is finally seen, it has already died.

Evil has no shelf life and cannot live to a ripe old age. It latches onto the only thing it knows; a twisted belief like a clouded fungus over reality, left to fester until it destroys all around it.

Evil starts a forest fire. It leaves unattended that flame to be put out. It destroys through neglect. It destroys while disavowing all that is positive.

Evil is the flesh-eating virus of the mind.

And evil, is the justification of the wrongs that live on.

Camouflaged, they are flowers among us, disguised as such—but with a sinister poison. Concealed, we don’t always know they are there. But if we look, if we study with a magnifying glass, we start to realize their properties—that these flowers spring from within us, but then go astray, and into the darkest waters that most would never enter.

What do we know about evil? That it is everything that is wrong. That it may look like us on the outside, but as we stare into its eyes we get hit with the lightening bolt of our deepest fears and darkest possibilities.

How can we explain or contain evil?

As we pull this flower from the earth by the bottom of its stem, something resists. Roots hold firm to belief—a false, stubborn, unbending, and tainted belief. Drinking in some kind of mercurial poisoning—factory runoff lingering in the drinking water.

We think this only happens in China. We think this only happens in poor cities. No, evil comes from the spigot of an unhealthy mind. It comes from the pots and pans of average people. It comes from leaving food in the fridge too long—as something molds and seeps down, contaminating all of the shelves. And then, someone inconspicuously rubs a healthy apple up against that centimeter of spillage, puts that juicy apple to their perfect mouth and takes a bite with their perfect teeth—swallowing through their perfect food canal to end up in their perfect stomach.

What do they swallow? The remnants of unhealthy waste that someone neglected to see, surreptitiously filling the cracks of unsuspecting children.

Children laugh and play when suddenly their stomach’s hurt. They don’t feel right. Nothing has changed. Nothing seems out of place, but something is festering within them. As they swing on a swing, something grows dark.

And slowly over the years we see the change begin to take place. An alien skin starts to form. Retort becomes the dialogue of choice—as if within a batting cage, and shielded from all light.

Their outer skin becomes a weapon. Their inner flesh has hardened, almost to the point of appearing inhuman. Radioactive cells take over and nothing good is left. All love has seeped like runoff to the floor—it evaporates, then dissipates.

Evil is a narrow tunnel with no doors, no outlets and no light.

For evil to occur, one must internally feel nothing and see nothing—with no purpose on this planet. The evildoer sees only the enemy, because that is how he sees himself.

The yellow flower looks like us, smells like us—but it is now an alien among us, separated like oil and water in a seemingly futile state.

How does the yellow flower return? How do we remove you from your psychological imprisonment? How do we urge you to come back to us?

Until we fill the vacuum of a helpless cry, until we listen to the anger that stirs within our fellow beings, until we stop turning our backs and wanting for only happy diversions—we are guilty. 

Innocent people and animals are punished every day because someone failed to see the sky—the trees moving, and the clouds forming funny faces.

Someone, somewhere, somehow told them they were not worthy. And they believed this lie.

They believed they had no other choice but to expose this unworthiness to the world.

A single thought can branch and form an evil tree that produces evil fruit as much as an outstretched hand can nourish the world.

Once planted, the evil escalates and multiplies; like a cancer—it grows.

I say of evil:

You, murderer, are the absent one. The lost limbs are yours; the lost children are yours. As you amass all of these broken hearts you can never mend, you alone sink into your own senseless bog.

Think, sinner, of how it feels to be held in the arms of someone who loves you and only wants you to feel their love. Can you not touch your own leg and know your own tender hand? Can you not see that your leg is his or hers that you destroy?

Love is the elixir  that can stop evil before it starts.

A single gesture of love can turn a non-believer into a believer. With our eyes we can tell someone we believe in them. We can choose loving words to use towards one another.

What happens to evil when we stare it in the face?

What happens when the sun faces the darkness?

What happens in the aftermath of evil?

Evil leaves a gaping hole that goodness rushes in to fill.

As we look upon the flower with our selfless eyes, the flower starts to change. We know the evils of the flower. We know what harm it did. We know it has a plastic casing, a fake yellow bloom. We know the petals are a trap to steal beautiful rainwater and contaminate bees. Yet, as we look and look and look into this flower something starts to change. The petals look softer somehow. The sunlight flickers off the flower in a tantalizing way. The petals start to move as if not so rigid. We see that pollen forms as the flower begins to mimic us. The flower is pollinating. The goo on the stamen glistens. And, we are drawn in once again.

The flower is only a projection.  And each of us is the sun revolving around the flower, healing it with our divine light.

In this way, can we not see the evil before it comes? Is it possible to intersect a disaster and contain an irrational way of living?  Soothe the savage beast?

Only our divine projection and interjection can eradicate evil, if at all possible.

Evil is something we cannot see—because our minds diminish it as soon as it begins. Like a great storm we eventually look and forget. We see the beauty, the sunlight beaming on the utmost destruction. We look for the positive aspects of what is left. We sing with our neighbors for the hope that is life.

We take what we have and start anew. 

When part of us dies, we nurture the death. We know from where and how it came—from the apple, from the seed, from the neglect. We rush in to help, to care and to replace every evil thought with all that is possible within the human spirit. We remodel and refresh and rebuild our lives with more conviction. We look more carefully in the fridge, and at what and at whom we may be neglecting. We become more aware of what might be festering and we address immediately before the fact.

We must protect our flowers and seek to heal what is unhealthy in our thoughts.

Can we take today to look around at who might be neglected and need us. Stop with our busy lives and reach out to the flowers among us who need our help and our loving words?

We each have an orbit around us, a planetary system—a circle of which we are the center. Be aware of our circle. We are responsible for those closest to us.

Scan 360 degrees, and in the places where we get stuck, where things don’t seem right, go.

Go to the uncomfortable places of our world.

Like an adventurer, climb to the lowest psyche and carry it home.

Evil is a calling to heal—to take off our blinders and manage our lives in the best way possible, to reconnect to each other among the ruins of our hearts.

The antidote to evil lies within us, to take responsibility for everything said and done.

We are each a yellow flower who can bring beauty to this world and eradicate the black plague of evil in all it’s forms.


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Ed., T. Lemieux

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