Sikh Philosophy

A Beautiful Bunch of Flowers

An anonymous article – London, UK

11th July 2011

There is the rose. The English rose.  It is beautiful, sensual and represents all that is elegant and fragrant of what a flower ought to be.  It is symbolic of a great nation.  It is seen and used by many as an emblem.  There are a number of varieties but the red rose is greatly favoured among others.

Now there are other flowers as well, which are equally sensual, tropical, beautiful, and bring great pleasure to many.  Some say only the rose can bring pleasure like no other flower.  But we have seen there are a variety of flowers, and when bunched together, they all look beautiful.

So are God’s creatures. We have the yellow skinned, black, brown, light brown, children, women, men, tall men, short men, fat men, fat women, tall women, heterosexuals, homosexuals, Sikhs, Christians, Muslims…  All beautiful in their own right, but when put in a bunch of others like flowers they are even more fragrant and beautiful.   When left alone because they are single parents, suffering, homosexuals, etc. Like flowers, they wonder and wither and waver and struggle alone.

Like flowers, our creator wanted us to be all together to learn and share, whatever the colour of our petals, because we are all His gracious creatures.  It is no use for the orchard to pretend and struggle to be like the rose, because then as a rose she would be the symbol of the nation, brought by millions on Valentines day and celebrated. The orchard may struggle and even try, but it would be no use as she will still be an orchard. However, the orchard is still beautiful, is still elegant and will be even more respected if she stays as an orchard to true to herself and her faith.

Why am I writing this when I am a happily married mother of two?  I have a few nephews, and I think one of them may be what others have described as ‘confused’.  I suspect he is bisexual or homosexual.  As a ‘massi’ I love him and want the best for him forever.  I want him to be true to himself  and  I cannot say this to him,  but I can write it, and write it for all the other nephews I have,  for I do not now distinguish between my worldly family and spiritual family as a Sikh.  Be true to yourself and do not destroy a girl’s life by trying to fit in to the pressures of society.   It is far better to live the life you want than to live for others and struggle with your own life.  Just imagine if, when Sikhs came to the UK decades ago, they lived the life of what English people wanted?  We would have no Sikh faith or Gurdwaras in the UK.  Have the same courage as those Sikhs.  In the end, God created the bunch of flowers, not a single red rose.  All his flowers are beautiful and precious to him.

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