The snipping of the shears grew louder as I entered back in.
I see the tree in Wu Tan’s garden had grown to the height of a man. I am stunned by this. Wu Tan was now standing, trimming the branches at eye-level with his sheers.
He sensed me as I approached. He paused his work, turned, and faced me. The gentle glow of warm fire coals in his eyes.
“What did you discover?”
“The Way,” I replied.
He smiled, eyes shinning, and turned back to his work. The sound of the shears, and now the chirping of the birds.
“Excuse me,” I said, “But… Line 3 states: ‘If you in service to a King, …’”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Then serve Him well.”
And I was slowly pulled away from there, and out of his garden and then through his home and then out through the swinging doors….