Monday, 22 February 2010
Soul of flowers
On the weekend, I was obsessed.
Obsessed with drawing what looks like trees.
I felt something had popped in my head!
I don't think I ever did drawing like this.
I looked at them today and remembered a poem I saw when I was in primary school year 4.
Please excuse my poor translation.....
Soul of flowers by Misuzu Kaneko
Souls of fallen flowers,
Born every last one,
In Buddha's flower garden
Because flowers are gentle,
When the sun is calling,
They pop open and smile,
Giving sweet nectar to butterflies,
Giving their scent to people
When wind calls "Come",
They still follow it gently,
Even their corpses,
Become a meal in a playhouse