Butterfly John

A place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he spontaneously reveals his nature, the base as well as the noble. Here also he buries his sorrows and difficulties and cherishes his ideals and hopes. It is in the garden that men discover themselves. Indeed one discovers not only his real self but also his ideal self? He returns to his youth. Inevitably the garden is made the scene of man’s merriment, escapades, romantic abandonment, spiritual awakening or the perfection of his finer self. Confucius

John crab creek U

Photo Brenda McCracken

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2 Responses to Butterfly John

  1. Barb Estinson says:

    Wonderful!

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