[An Essay from My Heart]

Yesterday, I wandered through the garden and watched the magnolias begin to bloom gracefully, petal by petal. Each delicate blossom quietly revealed itself to the world, as if whispering the secrets of spring.

Along the path, forsythias shone brilliantly in full bloom. Their yellow petals glimmered in the sunlight, brightening even the gray sky of yesterday.

The daffodils swayed in the wind, scattering their yellow petals. Their pure elegance seemed to embrace all the beauty of the world, capturing my heart.

Yet there was also a sense of wistfulness. The crocuses, which had bloomed first, faded slowly, their tiny, charming, deep purple petals awaiting next year. Their transience spoke silently of the impermanence of the seasons.

From early morning, a drizzle began to fall. Raindrops tapped gently against the window, announcing the start of the day in quiet rhythm.

Yet the sky was fickle. The drizzle soon turned to sleet, and the wind blew cold, touching the world with winter’s lingering traces. The softness of spring and the chill of winter intertwined.

At last, warm snow began to fall, drifting continuously and settling quietly over the world. The white landscape unfolded like a poignant watercolor, touching my heart.

As winter gave way to spring, and spring returned briefly to winter, I felt anew the power of winter’s jealousy. Even amid nature’s harmony, the human heart can waver.

Once again, the world was blanketed in white, and a moment of stillness and peace descended. I savored that moment, drinking in the beauty of the world.

Looking out the window, I thought alone. How wonderful it would be if the world were always this peaceful and beautiful. A small breeze stirring deep within my heart made me even more contemplative. ***

March 12, 2026
 

At Sungsunjae (崇善齋)

{Solti}

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