Gardens like ours that are primarily flower gardens in the summer months are a bit drab and grey and empty during winter months. A covering of frost or snow is a rather hoped-for event – a bit of temporary, if monochrome, colour! And that’s why we want to wax lyrical about the earliest of the daffodils as I did yesterday – they’re signal that the full-colour days are on their way again.
But a quietly modest 15th/16th century Indian mystic, poet and weaver speaks to me today – in words I know to be authentic and true – of a garden “inside your body” …
Don’t go outside your house to see flowers.
My friend, don’t bother with that excursion.
Inside your body there are flowers.
One flower has a thousand petals.
That will do for a place to sit.
Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty
inside the body and out of it,
before gardens and after gardens.
translated from the Hindi by Robert Bly
And I meditate.