Imagine the locus of our beginning and end, where the conscious self reunites with its hidden source. In soft shades of rose and blue, a garden unfolds - a place of stillness and awakening.
A path winds upward beyond the tree, leading toward distant forms that seem half-temple, half-memory. Among flowering shrubs, birds rustle and sing, weaving sound into silence. In their midst sits a Buddha, one knee raised, his head resting gently on his hand - a gesture of both repose and reflection.
Garden of Delight is a meditation on return: where the outer world fades into the inner, and thought dissolves into the quiet rhythm of being.