Da Zues Mon
The planting of seeds how wonderous
and their sprouting awing
But their cultivation is The Art,
The Great Work to be harvesting.
I wanted to keep beauty sight, within my grasp at all times; The butterfly that passes through the Garden. I didnt realize how by chasing that butterfly, I would come to destroy the Garden itself. Only to catch it in jar, and impermanence creeps in soon enough it's dying not in open space but in a container that is my domain, instead of the beautiful garden I may come to acknowledge and respect so that I may understand how to care for it.