This Precious Life

A few days ago, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in the middle of a green, green field. I walked on the grass and as I walked, all of a sudden, I came upon a small patch of wildflowers.

I cried out, “Oww…” as though these flowers are so pretty, it pierced my spirit and hurts. After observing them swaying freely in the wind for a short while, I walked on.

As I walked through the green green field, all of a sudden, I came upon another patch of wildflowers! A different kind, this time. These were yellow when the earlier ones were white.

Again, my soul was crushed because these flowers are just too… perfect. Too… beautiful.

What does it mean? How can these flowers be?