Fear and misinformation
 through narrow streams of communication,
 lead to the imprisonment of nations.

Blessings, as invitations to your Dharma.

Excerpt from a Dream

The sun was setting as I ascended the hill,
following a forgotten path into the darkest parts of Aokigahara.
As the rays broke through the cacophony of canopy,
all rays seemingly pointed at and focused upon, a structure off to the left past the base of the hill.
As I followed the streams of light,
the nature of the structure emerged;
the outlines of old forgotten masonry and landscaping made themselves available to my awareness.
instantly the presence of the dwelling grew into both the landscape and my mind.

Silently I strode closer.

The air was still and had been since I made it to the top of the hill.
Coming to the front of the shelter, I moved some overgrowth to the side,
to find,
 the results of a garden gone wild.

Here, nature will teach me.
She will show me what she has done,
the symbiosis of order and chaos,
of attention and space.
and when the time comes that the needs of her bounty are beyond her own means,
I will have the wisdom to be the aid she needs.
Without want or need, I'll provide,
Like her wisdom unto me.