.   .   .   budding  music  flows                                                                                        from  the  branching  flower song                                                                                                  into  light  petals   .   .   .                                    Zen Master                                                listen to the wind.                                         look at societies.                                         Nature beckons.                                so complex, so incomprehensible                                 we are part-of-the-pattern.                                 deny not your fullest expression                                                 feel.                                                 accept.                                                                                Copyright 2005  njTare