"Is a stamen a tuning fork?"
"'This is the immortal flower. A geometry of yellow, Nobody in the foreground or the background. Instead, positioned there she is. Straddling the calyx: a blue woman, holding two babies in her arms. They are wrapped in turn with a jute blanket embroidered with stars.' - A.
What are the maximum and minimum forms a memory can take?
Here on the table in front of me is a drawing of ‘the immortal flower’ (lotus) A., my mother, drew at the height of her illness, two weeks ago. There are 8,000 petals, and in the most enlightened beings this planet has hosted, perhaps only 4 of these petals were opened, my mother informs me. The lotus and the petals constitute: the crown chakra.
What would it be to live a life in which even one petal was unfurled?" - Bhanu Kapil
"The Bitter-Rose grew at the top of the highest peaks. Whoever eats it discovers that whenever he is about to tell a lie, out loud or only to himself, his tongue begins to burn. He can still tell lies, but then he is warned. Several people have seen the Bitter-Rose: from what they say, it resembles a kind of thick, multicolored lichen, or a swarm of butterflies. But no one has ever picked it, for the slightest trembling of fear nearby alarms it and it retreats into the rock. Now, even if a man desires it, he is always a little afraid of possessing it, and it promptly disappears." - Mount Analogue, René Daumal
“the flower of knowledge”
"a strange plant, the leaves of which are sprinkled with gold dust, grows on it"
“Under the sea there is a wondrous plant, like a flower with thorns”
“Mandrake has breath by false warning of an emergency (is killed).”
“F733 Fruitful island.”
"a thinking, breathing plant"
"a difficult-to-swallow fruit of an unreachable tree"
“the roots of one species have been fastened to the leaves of another, with flowers from a third”
“open country dreams the forest in the form of a hedgerow” - Matter & Desire
a "star-adorned, spirit-fashioned mortar," and is the guardian of "mountain plants upon the highest mountain peak." (Yasht 10.90)
“The Yazata Haoma, also known by the middle Persian name Hōm Yazad, is the epitome of the quintessence of the haoma plant, venerated in the Hōm Yašt, the hymns of Yasna 9-11”
“the power of life of all the vegetable kingdom”
“the white haoma and the painless tree”
“the juice pressed from it”
"When I sank into a semi-comatose state, he appeared before me with a red flower on his forehead that grew and grew until it became enormous. The petals opened at an increasing tempo and then from the center, a stem sprouted suddenly." The Other Side of the Mountain
†A2710. Plant characteristics as reward
A431.1.2. †A431.1.2. Goddess of fertility of wild forest plants. Hawaii: Beckwith Myth 289.
“like a thoughtless child wandering by a garden just yanking leaves along the way”
Anna Zemánková “her bizarre and mystical herbarium of flowers and plants on paper”
“growing flowers that are not grown anywhere else”
“trees of strange growth”
“Cure by burning grain where man has died.”
“butter of the familiar spirit”
“the ephemeral but incessantly recurring bloom of nature”
"these shaggy hairs and dewlike viscid glands"
“the rhythm of the dividing pair”
"Soma mounts your jaws, your lips, you champion, possessor of the fallow bays, as the soma plant grows on the back of a mountain."
"There are many who live in the mountains and behave as if they were in the town; they are wasting their time."
"Radiance has come into being for the soma plant"
“some confined their delights unto single Plants”
“After Eros, the grapevine sprouted up from the blood which had been poured forth upon the earth. Therefore, those who drink of it are apt to acquire for themselves the lust of intercourse. After the grapevine, a fig tree and a pomegranate tree sprouted up on the earth, and all the other trees, according to their kind, each having their seed within them from the seed of the authorities and their angels.
Then righteousness created a beautiful paradise beyond the orbit of the moon and beyond the orbit of the sun on luxuriant earth which is in the East in the midst of the stones. And desire is found in the midst of its beautiful, tall trees. And the tree of is on the north side of paradise so that it immortal life, as revealed by the will of God, is on the north side of paradise so that it should make immortal the souls of the saints, those who are coming forth from the plasma of poverty at the con-summation of the age. And the hue of the tree of life is like to the sun, and beautiful are its branches. Its leaves are like to those of the cypress tree; its fruit is like unto clusters of white grapes. Its height reaches unto the heavens, and beside it is the tree of knowledge (Gnosis) possessing the power of God. Its glory is like unto the moon, dazzling in brightness, and beautiful are its branches. Its foliage is like unto the leaves of the fig tree. Its fruit is like unto good, large dates. And this is on the north side of paradise so that it should awaken souls from the sleep of the demons, in order that they should come to the tree of life and eat of its fruit and reject the authorities and their angels. The efficacy of this tree is written in the Holy Book:
Thou art the tree of knowledge (Gnosis) which is in paradise, from which the first man ate, awakening his mind. He loved his co-image, and he rejected alien images. He detested them. After this, there sprang up the olive tree which would sanctify the kings and high-priests of righteousness, who would be revealed in the last days. And the olive tree had revealed itself in the light of the first Adam on account of the anointing which they received.
And the first Psyche fell in love with Eros who was with her. She poured forth her blood over him and upon the earth, and from that blood first sprang up on the earth the rose, from whose thorns is gladdened the light which was to be revealed in thethornbush. After this also sprang up the beautiful, sweet-smelling flowers upon the earth, according to their kinds, each from a virgin of the daughters of Pronoia. When these fell in love with Eros, they poured forth he blood on him and upon the earth.
After these things, all the vegetation sprang up on the earth, according to its kind, each possessing seed from the authorities and their angels. After these things, the authorities created from the waters every beast, according to its kind, and every reptile and bird, according to its kind, each possessing seed from the authorities and their angels.” - On the Origin of the World - trans. Rose Horman Arthur
"As his roots awakened to the surrounding soil, and his myriad pores opened to the mordant, wormy, mineral flavor of the earth-draught which, as he now realized, he had been longing for hungrily, he felt his thin subterranean tendrils reaching out like peculiarly sensitive fingers that also can taste, or digital tongues, and all the subtle familiar flavors of burrowing creatures, and annelida, and the vagrant dilutions of zinc, magnesium, and copper, swam into his senses as though he had never been absent from the perennial welcoming earth. At the same time a meticulous balance and suspension of tensions in his stem, branches, and leaves informed him, now being nourished, how the processes of growth within his body were advancing; and this fugue of operations intercalated with the ponderous stress upon one branch that at first caused him fear until, at a lift and rebound, he understood the momentary lighting of a bird, and the dense uniform sequence of gentle shocks over all his leaves that betokened a spattering of rain, and the strange aggressive and dispassionate twisting of his entire frame, as the sun passed across the sky, which experience of torque he felt as inexorably as a flame before a window open to the chilly night.
The boundaries of himself seemed as definite as they’d been when he was a man, but the sensation of physical identity was entirely different. In his human body Rutherford had sensed all his physical processes, with the exception of eating, evacuation, and breathing, to be essentially circular ones; his blood coursed round and round, driven on by the pumping mechanism at the hub of his radiant frame, and if pain or pleasure invaded that frame through a wounded limb or the susceptible eye, it quickly shared its discomfort or exhilaration with every other region of his body, through a sequence of telegraphed signals too swift to be felt as anything other than a rushing, curving thrill. Not so did he sense his bodily existence now; the water he sucked through his delicate grasping roots shot upwards with so blind and forthright an intention, surging through every ramifying sprig of the main avenue of his trunk toward the waiting sky, that he felt at once like some great exfoliating thoroughfare that could be traveled in only one direction, and all the swimming droplets that he admitted were like so many thousands of lemmings coursing irresistibly to the sea. As the water strove up and outwards through every branch, his consciousness seemed to divide into as many compartments as there were veins of travel, and as the flood stretched out into those shallow plains, his leaves, he reflected upon this new physical identity in as many subtle variations on that proposition as he had wide, flat, pointed surfaces, each in itself capable of reflection and absorbing its proportional amount of sun. As the day wore on, the unified fragmentation of his thought, which refracted the meaning of one brooding phenomenon, assumed a more dual, divisive character. The leaves on one side obsessed over the grim, unaccountable singleness of the directional forces within his body, extrapolating pessimistic allegories on the instinct of survival, and constructing arguments to explain and justify its manifest vulgarity; the remaining leaves, on his opposite side, dilated in ecstatic thought on the unity of scientific truth and the unanalyzed insights afforded religious mystics, and swam in an illuminated hope that all the water that rose so unceasingly from the earth established a symbol of the natural heavenward trend of all earthly things, whose existence in this, his own body, must be certain assurance of salvation. Rutherford, in some dim consciousness that preserved itself on the hinterland of these hectic confabulations, was at a loss to explain two moods so ill-fitted to his character, a sophistical theological zealotry, and an equally irrational materialistic pessimism. Then the possibility struck him that the very atmosphere in which he had been planted had undergone some sort of motionless but radical division, which, being utterly natural, had prompted no alarm and caused him no harm. When he roused himself to a variation in temperature entirely concomitant to the severe division of his mood, he realized that he must be intersected by a shadow-line, cast by some unknown object across the way." - The Secret Service by Wendy Walker