realiz wrote:RT
The idea is that things left to themselves evolve into ever greater complexity, and this natural complexity has a magical quality.
I don't know if this is entirely true about the Secret Garden as there are hints that it has not really been left to itself, and the garden itself begins to improve and come alive as the children spend the time tending it. The magic grows as they lovingly prune and weed and let the magic loose. There is a duality to this which maybe matches the Tao idea.
You are right, this comment needs clarification. People are a part of nature, and the complexity of the secret garden, which of course is itself an artificial human creation with its walls and plantings, includes the interaction with humans. The absence of humans over ten years has allowed the artifice to revert to the wild to some extent, and this reversion is a part of the magical quality. Natural wilderness with plants that are hundreds of years old has an even more intricate complexity than this artificial example, and displays the tao of nature even more clearly, if people care to look. The robin signals that the garden is somehow yearning for the return of humans, and for people to participate in the cosmic harmony of the garden. This reminds me of Woodstock by Joni Mitchell
I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
Im going on down to yasgurs farm
Im going to join in a rock n roll band
Im going to camp out on the land
Im going to try an get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
By the time we got to woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden