“Wrapped within young leaves; the sound of water.”

Written by Japanese poet,
Sōseki Natsume, it is by far my favorite passage. For within all things, there is a continuous unfolding; an offering placed and a blessing shared.

This delicate balance holds the hope of new beginnings; a tree born of light, rising from the soils below. In nature, we find representations throughout all beings and things. Even the moon at a distance of several hundred thousand miles, will cast her hint through the delicate drawing of tide.

Within young leaves, the sound of water resounds…begging the blossom’s faith and courage.

As humans, we are fixated on these bindings of form. Hand is hand, and nothing more. Though, in doing so, we often miss…

The gift within the gift that soon becomes ‘me’.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤