The Rhizome

This image is made up of a large flower growing out of a stone, with a rainbow ring around it. The flower is an Iceland poppy, which is a delicate spring-flower. The opening up of this flower is particularly wonderful: a large pod suddenly bursts and then, before your astonished eyes, the flower unfolds, almost like a butterfly from a cocoon.

In Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung says in the prologue p 4:

“Life has always seemed to me like a plant which lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away – an ephemeral apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Yet I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.”

From: The Old Woman and the Moon, page 98.