I slowed down and let myself tune into what the tree was saying. That’s when I realized that in my quest for a picture, prefect garden, I was not letting the tree grow into spaces where it could be nourished. On days when I feel constricted by ideas of who or how I should be, I can hear the garden hum…
As I put together the pieces of my life again, I could hear a faint green echo that called my name…From a free-spirited garden creating artwork on the sky’s canvas with the paints of the trees and the flowers…I am slowly relearning the language of the garden again
I still remember clearly how it happened. It was many years ago.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could learn to embody each of water’s shapes and their qualities when needed?
Haiku is a short poem that consists of three lines. The simplicity of a haiku mirrors the simplicity of nature and the minimalism of Zen ideals.