Pentecost 2014

The Flowers Are Trying to Tell Us Something – by Carol Kelly

Wake up. It is a new day.

The dream that you had was a journey into the experience of you without your body.

Now you are heavy again.

But you have changed and are constantly changing,

Even as the blood coursing through your veins

Renews itself day and night.

Wake up. It is Pentecost.

The flowers bursting forth with blossoms and the birds in full throttle with song

Are trying to tell us something.

As the birds take flight, they burst in and out of visibility.

They ride, free of earthly cares, on currents we cannot see.


Release yourself from all that makes you heavy: Old ideas, old grudges, old habits, old ways of being.

Let it go, recycle it or dispose of it properly.

Reception of the Holy Spirit requires a certain lightness of being.

We have to raise ourselves up to meet it.

It gives us a language so that we may be able to reach others.

For the Holy Spirit comes to us as individuals,

But we have to create a new world together.


Carol is a priest in The Christian Community in College Park, MD.  You can find out more here: /


3 thoughts on “Pentecost 2014

  1. Here’s a Japanese verse shared at our Whitsun celebration in Chapel Hill, NC.


    The world is a flower.
    Gods are flowers.
    Enlightened ones are flowers.
    All phenomena are flowers.
    Red flowers, white flowers, green flowers,
    yellow flowers, black flowers,
    all the different kinds of the colors of
    flowers, all of the different kinds
    of love’s shining forth.
    Life unfolds from life and returns to life.
    Such an immense universe! Oh many lives!
    Flowers of gratitude, flowers of sorrow,
    flowers of suffering, flowers of joy,
    laughter’s flowers, anger’s flowers,
    heaven’s flowers, hell’s flowers.
    Each connected to the others
    and each making the others grow.

    When our real mind’s eye
    opens this world of flowers,
    all beings shine,
    music echoes through mountains and oceans.
    One’s world becomes the world of millions.
    The individual becomes the human race.
    All lives become the individual —
    billions of mirrors
    all reflecting each other.
    There is death and there is life,
    there is no death and no life.
    There is changing life, there is unchanging life.
    Flowers change color, moment by moment.

    Such a vivid world! Such a bright you!…
    You were born out of these flowers.
    You have no beginning and no ending,
    you are bottomless and limitless,
    even as you are infinitesimal dust…

    You are the flower.
    You are love.
    All beings shine out of colors.
    You are one, you are many,
    only one moment, only one unique place,
    only the unique you.
    Beside you there is nothing:
    you dance, appearing in all.

    From nowhere you came, to nowhere you go.
    You stay nowhere. You are nowhere attached.
    You occupy everything, you occupy nothing.
    You are the becoming of indescribable change.
    You are love. You are the flower.

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