A Pair of Dimes

A pair of dimes, the coins were sitting side by side on a park bench one day. One dime looked at the other and said, “look at that flower over yonder.” The flower then got up, shook her petals a bit, and grew legs. Then she placed one foot in front of the other and went for a walk, as if impassioned to do so.

“Just uh, how does a flower walk?” the Dime spoke.

"It blows in the breeze. Or is impassioned to do so,” said the other, staring blankly back at the dime.

The flower breezing as she pleases continued on her way smiling at everything she passed, trees, grass, stones, and other flowers. She got bolder as she bloomed along until she met a heart of gold. Admiring, because he shone down his loving light upon her. The flower fell in love with this magnificent golden orb called the sun. For its light greeted her each day as if waiting for her to wake. He loved her fiercely and wholly. He cared to provide his loving call to impassion this bloom to far withstand nature within its own accord, even providing for it an earthly bed for winter’s berth.

One dime said to the other, "what’s love got to do with it? It's just a flower." “Then why watch the flower?” said the other.

They observed this heartthrob shining on the soul and were stirred a little. So, then they discussed love philosophically, defining it logically as a paradigm would. "Agape" means divine or unconditional love. "Philia" meaning friendship or camaraderie, and "Eros" is romantic love.

"Passion is different from emotion as it is stirred from outside ourselves," the Dime continued. "We don’t find it within like we’re led to believe but from a flow that touches lightly. Through our will in higher mind, it meets or achieves a union with that above. That's inspiration, which can only come after passion. To know this is to have faith. Awareness of Agape love as defined philosophically means passion as the attainment of mind, a mind’s lesson if you will. Agape in a flower’s existence is trust, a part of faith. Faith as in the flower being aware in its existence that it will grow.

“A flower then has faith?” the other Dime queried.

“Yes, it does. It is imbued in the trust of its existence that it will receive light. If it doesn’t have that trust it wouldn’t survive.”

“What if it is overcast?” the other Dime stretched and yawned.

“The faith is still there that the light will shine again," was the reply.

Still within the context of love, now the dimes continued. "If the heart is passion what is its inspiration for it to thrive?"

"Love, air and, all things intertwined but not mind."

"And why not!" Dime demanded

"What's logic got to do with it when the feeling is the point." "Yes we feel with our mind and all ends are connected but our heart matters so much more or the mind doesn't survive. Every great thinker knows that."

"Then how do you know, your just a dime."

The flower then bowed to the bench. Next raised her head to the sun. Then inched forward a little.

"Did you see that? She is getting closer."

"Does she need inspiration for that?" The dimes coined together.

The sun then announced himself. Glowing proud with achievement in his mere existence that could make her bloom so. To surpass the coins' distance and their very speaking existence she needed to glide and so he answered, "the flower needs air."

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By Lisa Lachapelle, Writer, Author. More of her work here and here.