“Wrapped within young leaves,” Soseki writes, “is the sound of water.”
This delicate observation reminds us of our inherent nature; one comprised of hope, trust and boundless resilience. Infused throughout each aspect of our unfolding.
Like the tender leaf, we bend and reach – “if only”, we plead. Struggling for that narrowed patch of sun hoping soon to break free.
It’s a mistake to assume we exist just as one. From seed to sapling to towering Birch, we embody the essence of all encouraged.
Even the far off sound of a trickling stream shares its imprint – one of life, of longing, and infinite courage.
In peace, my sweet friends…I love you all.
Namaste ❣️