The lotus blooms, delighting to look at and smell

But when the pedals wilt and fall, the pod begins its work

How many ages of suffering

Does the moment of a child’s smile cut through?

Seeds drop back to the pond

♉

Because I suffer, I know the suffering of others.

Because I am happy, I want to share it with you.

Maybe there will never be an end to the suffering in this world, but that’s why it’s so important to try.

In the World

He enters the city barefoot, with chest exposed.

Covered in dust and ashes, smiling broadly.

No need for the magic powers of the gods and immortals,

Just let the dead tree bloom again.