It was winter, Sakura’s were bloomed giving a pleasant pink hues to the snow covered land. While further inside the forest a zen master (ZM) is busy, in deep concentration, making his garden. Every detail is being noted and carefully orchestrated. There is no place for errors.
Does sakura brings with it the chills of freezing winter or does it brings the hope of upcoming spring. Was wondering the ZM, while she was sleeping contently in a complicated work of shibari. She might have struggled and tired. Or it might be that it growed into her.
Winter is hard, ZM waited for the right opportunity that never came. So did his wishes and needs stayed as buds in their dormant states. Only to wake up and hurt at the most appropriate moments, that is yet to come.
Sometimes ZM waited so much in vain that the frustrations exploded with wrath – in a milder way – and then at other times he kept optimistic and waited few more. When it striked that there is no right time nor the best way to go for one’s heart’s desire, he decided to express it anyway. Hence born the zen garden.
It may not be the best, as many other’s before him should have created one. And many should have done a better job – he was sure. His effort was rather aimed at lifting the mysery and to help the recipient finally understand the cryptic meaning of the day to day conversations, which otherwise meant nothing more than words. Or no one acknowledged that they understood what he really meant.
Waiting is such a romantic lunatic which gives you hope while paining so dearly at the same time. He is waiting, still in the open, but it’s no more dark. He is not burdened. Summer sun’s first ray fell on his face, bringing warmth in his heart.
How long it will last, the warmth and the waiting…
She is waking up inside the house…