We have all been moved by the beauty of nature, so I am sure we can all relate to those seventeen syllables that Bashō

wrote. We have all had a moment that pulls at our heartstrings. One such moment for me was when I was walking in the woodlands and I came across an old, broken, dying thistle. He was such a sad sight. There was a small history in him that would soon be lost. And yet he struggled on. I called him Don Quixote. I went every day to see him until he wasn't there any more. The following year his children bloomed, he did not return. Even today, although that place has been taken over by the ever vigorous bramble, and there are no signs of any thistles, I still pass by and remember him.

 

Perhaps these moments are an epiphany. Perhaps it is our own acceptance of the world and the way it is. Perhaps it is a celebration of life, or just a moment that is ours alone.

 

 

Thistles are nasty things. :lol: It's quite a moving piece though, if you use the thistle as a metaphor for something which doesn't spike you anyway!

I think it's a bittersweet piece. I like it.

I love it. ^_^ I think I remeber reading that on the old website. Where'd you find it, Gloria?

I found it on the website when they were using the Sumiregusa layout.