I was sitting in meditation yesterday on my bench in the garden. A light wind stirred the tree above me, and cherry blossoms gently floated down all around me.
I was reminded of the Buddha, on the night of his Enlightenment, turning the arrows and weapons of Mara into flower petals.
How poignant …..
How blessed …..
How wonderful indeed.
What a beautiful moment of clarity.
I am the wind, the cherry blossoms, the bench, the garden, the tree, the buddha, Indeed, I am we.