The Arrival

The smell of peach blossoms mingles with the soothing breeze as it plays between the bright green departs. Shafts of sunshine dance through the branches as the apprentice come at the master garden. His eyes crinkle at the natural beauty around him but a lone furrow worries his forehead. He rubs his fresh shaven head as he taking walks on the direction decorated with leaves and flower petals. It is his first day. The learn sits in the rock chair near the stream, watching. His face a endured relief map where a thousand thought has ploughed their lines. The face is impassive, but the eyes that shine through the facial lines are as striking as the sunlight shafts. The apprentice is young, yet his position is hunched over with the pressure of what he has left regarding. Even when empty, he appears to be to bring his back like a service provider holding his packed products on a bamboo stick. He walks up to the master. The master smiles of pleasure as the apprentice bows low. There is a pot of tea and two cups on a wood made plate. The apprentice lifts his head and speaks. ‘Thank you for having me here My heart is full with pleasure.” The Master waves the apprentice to sit down beside him and lifts the pot of tea and flows it into the cup. The apprentice watches reverently as the flow of tea first flows, fills and then progressively overflows from the cup dropping over into the tray. The Master is cheerful at the apprentice and the latter hesitates for a moment. Would he be offended?

Pebbles

The apprentice is requested with filling pottery with stones across the garden. He silently set about his work in the morning after prayers. The sky was a obvious glowing blue with wispy clouds flying by like a stable procession of ceremonial boats. The apprentice drifts through the haze of early morning light like a feather and considers about his family. His house. His mother’s cooking. His hands think twice over the pot as he come the pebble tenderly in his hands, meditation on what once was. The master seems to be from regarding the overgrown trellis leaning on his stick. He tents his hands over the stick and sets his chin, watching the apprentice desire. He walks over to a pot previously full of stones. He taps fully on the side with his stick. The apprentice pictures from his desire back into the garden. He bows deep as the Master gazes straight down at him. The apprentice frowns. The old furrow on his sleek forehead reappears. I did it myself. As you can see the pebbles are up to the top, I couldn’t fit another one.” The master leaned over to the surface and cups a few of fine sand. He flows it into the mouth area of the pot. “It appears it wasn’t full after all” . The Master smiles of pleasure as the sand vanished in to the spaces and crannies inside the pot.

Journey

The Master wrist watches as little eddies twirl on the surface area of the flow. Simply leaves dancing on the pebble path. The apprentice is going for walks outside the wall, approaching the girl. The shoulders are square, strong, unbowed. The Master plucks a empty reed from the water and forces one end into the flower pot full of pebble, fine sand and water. He strikes into the pot and listens to the air bubble through the slushy combination of earth. The Master’s eyes glow through the garden as the clouds part and sun starts to glow gain. The storm is only a distant memory space.