In Paradise Valley I have a neighbor named Jane. Jane’s bamboo plants creep into my patio area, dropping dead leaves onto my rock garden.
Each week I clean the dead leaves from the rock garden; sometimes twice a week, sometimes more.
Within half an hour after each cleaning, a slight breeze blows and more dead leaves fall from Jane’s bamboo.
Jane’s bamboo carries a great teaching about the impermanence of all things.
“When the mandala has been completed, the monks perform a dismantling ritual where the painting is swept away in a particular order and dispersed into the ocean as a symbol of the impermanence of life and a demonstration of non-attachment to material objects. Fortunately, some of the mandalas have been photographically captured in order to view the ancestral masterpieces in their completed form.”
–excerpt from article on timewheel.net. For full article click here.