Reflections

The “library angel“? led me to a new book last night.  The opening page made me think of the beautiful site posted last week of flowers reflected in the morning dew.  Thought I’d pass it on. It touched something inside. Hope does the same for you. Here it is:

The alchemist knew the legend Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.  At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
    “Why do you weep?“? the goddesses asked.
    “I weep for Narcissus,“? the lake replied.
    “Ah, it is no surprise that you seep for Narcissus,“? they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest. You alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.“?
    “But…was Narcissus beautiful?“? the lake asked.
    “Who better than you to know that?“? the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself?“?
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
    “I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes my own beauty reflected.“?
From the Prologue to The Alchemist

Have a great day, everybody.