I think that the anthurium plant is an interesting metaphor to describe the human race…don’t you think so?
If you see the uniqueness, if you see beauty, if you see intelligence, if you see the richness, if you see the love in everybody else, then you’ll be beautiful, you’ll be intelligent, you’ll be rich, you’ll be loved, you’ll be unique — these are the magical words I silently repeat everyday in my head — that one law of attraction that I try to practice, though how difficult it is. Perhaps I am the leaf, perhaps a bud, or the root that holds on firmly to a stem, or perhaps a hand, a finger, a tiny cell, a little bacteria… a function of that one body!
Our Anthurium Like Heart All races give out rays of light Under a sun that rises for everyone And stars that shine brightly for everybody. And what about the plants, the trees? Same too, you see, they appeal to all of us We're just different colors, sizes, and shapes Different types of body embodiment. The ocean rests there, extending itself till horizon For the eye of everyone who surrenders to beauty And for those that mesmerize at the miracle of life. And then it dawns on everyone, everything As our tears look alike like diamonds That cascade down on those cheeks of us While our Anthurium like heart blooms in the same soil. I would tell you too of the beauty of our variances, Of all these mysteries that make us up And of that blood like magma that streams in us That unfortunately erupts oftently, with ache and hate. I don't hate you brother, I don't hate you sister My whiteness, my blackness, my yellowness, my redness, My coffeeness, my greenness, my contrasts, my uniqueness I don't hate you brother, I don't hate you sister My querness, my disabilities, my loveliness, Our weaknesses, our weaknesses, our weaknesses I don't hate you brother, I don't hate you sister We are only one tiny drop in that ocean of life, Making one member, linked, linked And when I finally go to rest, I return to our ocean, mingling as one I love you brother, I love you sister. -Eiravel-