There is a story of a monk who bring one flower into the room of other monks. He holds it up

before them. They look at each other and question, “What does it mean? He’s not doing anything?

What is he saying? What are we supposed to learn?” The room buzzes. But one man

just smiles. He smiles and he knows. The monk with the flower smiles back. They both know,

and are at peace knowing, sometimes, it’s just about the simple beauty of a flower.

Smile.