The tall grass is now topped with purple seeds and the stalks will soon transform to gold.  Meadows of gold.  The highest point of fruit and seeds is thus the harvest.

The Creator-Creation gets bigger and bigger inside me, pushing out, bursting over to you.  My heart is bigger.  My arteries and veins pump more and more Divine energy.  God stretches in me out to you, tapping on your forehead: “Wake up to Me!!”

Joshua, my big Brother keeps noodling me on the head to open up to more and more songs to play through the flute of this simple flower.