During spring
Even the cat
Paints cherry blossoms
Heavy rain
On new boots
How they shine!
Middle of my days
The willows bow as I pass
I bow joyfully
The moaning shadows
So many wrong turns taken
Still reaching the goal
Chanting Heart Sutra
Not aware of the stone heart
Still true, even so
Gnarled oak tree and grass
Talking with wind, clouds, and sky
I talk with the sun
Moon behind the trees
So close that one thinks one could
Touch it from the tops
Moon hasn’t risen yet
And watch hands move through honey
As I wait and wait
The hawk soaring high
What are we but little hares
Living in sunshine
Being lost in thought
A turtle rushes past me
Won’t grab both of them
The swaying high grass
Trees nodding their approval
Spring reached the land
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