I will admit it is a strange obsession, but I have become hypnotized by the Moonflower. It's scent is simply other-wordly and its appearance opens my heart as much as any other plant or tree has opened my heart before and for someone like me, that says a lot.
A very learned-looking man told me this flower is poison. I have done research and yes, it can be poison, but it doesn't have to be poison. It is poison to the foolish, it is intensely engaging and beautiful to others.
I keep reaching for the metaphor in all of this. I know it is there, but I don't know if I am willing to go there yet.
So I stay closed, like the Moonflower in the daylight, that looks like this:
Kind of like a star. It is beautiful in its own way, yet definitely closed.
In order for the moonflower to completely open, it has to bathe in darkness. I am not a big fan of the dark. It scares me. Still. Yet I can not walk by this flower without bowing to it, without putting my face close to its opened-by-the-dark heart.