The wisteria got pummeled with a massive frost and snow in April. I didn’t think it would make it. I just kept seeing soaking wet dead flower buds hanging out the window, mid-pandemic, and made peace with letting it go like everything else. A few days ago it came to life out of nowhere, leaping out of the wall like a beautiful maiden ?
There’s a 19th century Japanese tale of a woman holding wisteria blooms who leaps out of a painting to chase an unrequited love. A bad ass Buddhist nun from a Samurai family, Otagaki Rengetsu, who lived a life of martial arts mastery, castles and calligraphy classical waka poetry wrote a poem about this phantom maiden:
~Floating out into the world, from a painting, with ancient and enchanting, gestures of the hands...waves of wisteria blossoms~
I wonder about things made, why we make them, and how impermanence plays a role in WHAT we make when. Everything changes. Capture today. Let everything else go
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