I very much like the title of Zen Master Matthew Juksan Sullivan’s new book, The Garden of Flowers and Weeds. Oddly, the fulness of my affection obviates the need to buy the book.
His name by itself is a poem. Ezra Pound. In a Station in the Metro: “The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.” He was anti-Semitic. He was weeds and wheat, the subject of Jesus’ most profound parable.