The temple bell dies away.
by Matsuo Basho
The temple bell dies away
The scent of flowers in the evening
Is still tolling the bell.
Spring, the most romantic time, full of energy of the life, love and joy...
I saw a pink spring in Amsterdam and now sharing it with you.
Spring blossoms � the cherry blossom, plum blossom, peach blossom � suddenly appear on seemingly dead branches, heralds of the coming spring. They represent the delicate, almost unnoticed flowering of enlightenment, the surprisingly quiet recognition of the Buddha-mind. These spring blossoms appear only after the hard, lonely winter of meditation and spiritual practice, yet when they peek forth, their appearance is natural, effortless. Spring blossoms are the new life that emerges from the dead branches of the little self, they simply emerge when the limited ego has passed through its seasons and withered away.
Alternately, spring blossoms can represent the fleeting nature of life. They appear brightly...