In gardens

A garden is a room populated with trees and plants. For some, it is a room to be shared with friends or relatives, a room which can be visited and where time is spent.
Even time visits gardens, time of an atmospheric quality - that which we call weather; and, time as the energy which visits all beings, dwells in them and allows them to be living and animated.

Many things occurr in a garden - the changing of seasons, the aging of trees, the withering of leaves from green into yellow, the blossoming of buds on barren branches, the shadow and light… anything happening is suggestive of metaphors - it resumes images taken from our inner life.

Thus, visiting a garden gives us pleasure, delight, charms and soothes us or reflects our worried, troubled mind. The experience of the garden is one of true sharing among living beings, between nature and man, as the garden is the living image of our inner contents.

Even the mere act of visiting one, and simply letting our eyes rest on its composite flora, is a kind of practice. For that which is taking place in the garden, at the unfolding of seasons, speaks of our life and of its changes, tosses and turns. The garden neither shuns away nor judges - in fact, it is a host whose door is open to any human being and gives them room to be face to face with the expressions of their mind.