While crawling along the side of the mountain I descended into that garden, and stood under a pomegranate tree. There were still flower petals strewn all over the place. Because of the quiet that keeps you from making even the slightest movement, the quiet of a midday in summer is similar to the quiet of a midnight in winter. They say that if you put all of your heart into your work, you won’t feel the heat, but even as you sit quietly feeling the sunlight through your eyes and ears, or once you step out into the field and pull weeds and water the field, there is no difference in the sweat pouring out of your skin and disappearing into the wind.
Collection of the Artist