When I watch the wind in a tree I can feel myself thinking.
It is metaphorically a song and a novel,
it is a life directed at completeness,
it is without lack, it lacks it!!
The idea of fields mesmerizes me when I look.
A bush, a lawn, a big tree, anything that moves,
moves together and individually.
Trees in particular are made of so many tensions
that there are no linearities to its movement;
circles and waves overlapping each other.
Each leaf fluttering itself then
circling with its immediate branch and
bigger circles by the main branch
and the trunk of the tree finally moving the whole system.
It is a music system, a dance piece, a life process
played by the breath of the world.

"The dew on the lotus leaf
undyed by its color,
just as it is
is the real form of the Buddha."
-Ikkyu

"The only remedy for love
is more love."
-Thoreau