The Heart of a Gladiolus | Just at My Own Pace, One Step at a Time

On the slope of a hill, a single gladiolus stands.

The surrounding flowers break their buds all at once with the arrival of spring, filling the area with vibrant colors in the blink of an eye. Everyone who passes by stops at their splendor and cheers.

However, this flower does not have the power to bloom everything at once from the start.
On a single green stem reaching straight toward the heavens, buds are lined up in order from bottom to top. It can only open its flowers one by one, one step at a time, starting from the bud closest to the soil.

While those around it reach full bloom in an instant, its pace is far too slow and earnest.
The buds above, still tightly closed, are held by the single stem, simply waiting for that unseen moment. Hard, small, and as if curling their bodies inward.

On an afternoon after the rain, the lowest bud quietly opens its petals.
It is the first flower, still truly tiny and inconspicuous.

There is none of the flashiness of the flowers that bloom all at once. Even so, when those first petals open, a certain change visits that place.

A passing breeze brushes against the petals gently, as if to bless that small debut. A tiny insect finds that first flower and quietly rests its wings.

The lowest flower is simply blooming there.
The sight of that single flower is like a modest, yet certain guidepost for the buds above, which will one day come for them too.

The fact that the lowest flower is blooming firmly in the present like this.
That alone is the greatest proof that the power to bloom is already fully present within this single stem.

It does not need to bloom everything at once. Just as it is. The workings of life within this flower are not wrong in any way.

That quiet fact is conveyed through the single stem to the buds above, slowly, ever so slowly.

No matter how much of a hurry there may be in the surrounding scenery, this flower simply layers its order one step at a time, and its buds open at the appropriate time.
One only needs to surrender to that certain process.

As the season shifts just a little and the wind begins to take on the colors of summer.
Guided by the first flower that bloomed before it, the second bud just above it quietly, and a little larger than before, blooms.

It cannot bloom all at once. It can only advance one step at a time.
However, it treads that staircase, just at its own pace, one step at a time.
That is precisely why this flower can now light a lamp for itself, not for anyone else.

The gladiolus sways its stem in the early summer breeze, as if cherishing the certain rhythm that its life marks.

The buds above, still tightly closed, are also quietly nurturing their own time of blooming that will one day arrive.

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