Tree

Tree
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Buddha's Birthday and Childern's Day

Tomorrow is a day of innocence and rebirth. It’s a day of making wishes. Wishes hang from lanterns, which hang from trees, which wait for another year to pass quickly by for spring to burst forth again. The tree waits for the night when it’s false foliage burns forth with hundreds of hopes and dreams for one night. And for that one night it waits. And while it waits, our wishes, our dreams, our hopes, weigh down it’s branches, obscuring the little buds, the verdant tears, the firey dying blaze before the branches are left bare to winters chill. Our little stars we may forget as balmy winds succumb to a blazing sun, or rainy days wash away faded leaves but it does not. The tree keeps them company until that spring day comes again for it to blaze once more in a glory of colored papers and little lights. The wishes like leaves, come down so new hopes maybe be born. The faded paper, the torn lanterns are feed to the fire, with reverence but still they must burn. The fire eats them, as new lanterns are made and new wishes written out on crisp white paper. The cycle continues, as it will always continue. New hopes take form, time passes, old hopes die and new hopes are kindled. In innocence there is faith, a blind faith. Faith that ones wish will happen, that wishes do come true. There is innocence in wishing. The simple joy of wishing is suspending reality and having faith in something greater, in the world and in yourself. It is letting in all the wonderful possibilities of the unknown and denying the known. Wish in something greater. Have faith.