Banana flower pod metaphors have given me a headache, so I search for those that are, shall we say, more accessible. Like these shoes I encountered this morning on my hike down the mountain.
Mummy and Daughter. Abandoned in a bed of weeds.
Many years ago Daughter sent Mummy a birthday present. A Tibetan thangka she'd meticulously painted in her remote house at the end of a goat path in the Himalayas. Its vivid rainbow colors, Daughter told Mummy, are symbolic of the magical transformation of defilements.
Yellow, she said, is pride and parsimony rendered into imperturbability and even mindedness.
Blue, she said, is anger dissolved into mirror-like wisdom, evenly receptive and reflective at the same time.
Green, she said, is compulsion and ineptitude changed to an all-accomplishing awareness.
Red? That color is absent in these images. But she would have said it represents desire, lust, and craving which suddenly, blessedly, finally, turn into calm, discriminating awareness.