Petals on the water, just like blossoms on the bush, surrounded by buzzing bees, pleasant fragrance intoxicating their surroundings, in interaction with other siblings protecting the stamens and pistils and forming a delicate piece of art made of cells. Now there – carried by the breeze of a soft wind – drifting on the water towards an unknown destiny. Gone are all fragrances, past beauty scarcely left, just hurrying to perish. And yet – from the past ornament, new life will one day spread through new seeds, which also perish again and create new life through their passing. So there is a new beginning inherent in every end.
There is staying while going, winning while losing, at the end a new beginning.
Japanese Wisdom
