There exists a place just outside the bounds of linear thought—a slip in the weave of time—where cherry blossoms bloom at the same moment their fruit ripens. It is neither spring nor summer, but an eternal Now, a garden suspended in the dreamscape of the soul. And if you find yourself lucid—truly lucid—you may walk beneath these trees. It is a place where the mind quiets and the heart begins to speak. Here, the duality dissolves: the maiden and the mother are one, the seed an