Flowers In Your Heart

[Gentle Brother]

This is a thread for beautiful quotations about flowers and gardens...

Harry Wheatcroft, probably the most celebrated rose grower alive, says," He who would grow good roses, must have roses in his heart." And he is a pacifist. "I deplore beyond all measure the thousands of millions spent on implements to destroy mankind. With all that money everybody could grow roses. The world could be made so beautiful, if only people..."
Yes, if only people had roses in their hearts there would be no more wars, no more misery, just beauty and goodness - Al Koran (From 'Bring Out The Magic In Your Mind' - 1964)

One does not need to be a psychic to see God in the petal of a rose - Peggy Mason

A flower is beauty in itself. You see that it is a lovely colour, that it emanates sweet scent and that it is soft to the touch. It influences you to be gentle. Surround yourself with flowers and watch the results. Flowers are vibrationary and give off radiations of a positive kind - Al Koran

[Gentle Brother]

One is nearer God's heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth - Dorothy Frances Gurney

(And in a slightly different vein...)

Man is the gardener of his own soul. The Great Spirit has provided for it to grow in wisdom, grace and beauty. The implements are there, he has but to use them wisely and well -- Silver Birch

[Gentle Brother]

When people you know suddenly ignore you, or when they try to pick a quarrel, don't tell them off or send a nasty letter. Send flowers. Flowers bring harmony and peace. They have a power all their own and you can 'say it with flowers' - Al Koran

[Gentle Brother]

Song Of The Flower

by

Kahlil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colours, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.