Change of season

The beauty of the flowers that grow in the spring are more precious once you understand the bite of a cold winter. This idea is one that I began to frequently meditate upon. The results of my pondering have been somewhat scattered to say the least. As always, it would be an honor to glean some wisdom from a fellow traveler. Tell me, do you believe that strife makes the quiet moments more valuable? Who among you would disagree?
The path is by far the hardest venture of the human experience in my opinion. Granted my perspective is indeed an ignorant one. Humankind has come the closest to conquering nature when compared to any other species. This being the case our difficulties now are largely within ourselves, perhaps based upon the fluctuations of the mind? Its almost as if the mind experiences its own seasons. I wonder just how many reading this now are currently in the cold. I believe we must be resilient within ourselves, so that come spring, we might be the warrior in the garden, and not the gardener lost in the war.
Who among us has prepared for the winter? I personally have experience with this you may find valuable. I believe this experience is key to staying clear of the void. Listen close my friend. Many times, have I ignited a flame in the mind to stay resilient against the inner cold. Take care however that this flame remains controlled, lest you burn your compassion in the process. Be not the gardener trapped in the war but be wary of becoming the warrior who finds no peace even once he reaches the garden.






