The fragrance
of blossoms soon passes;
the ripeness of fruit is gone in a
twinkling. Our time in this world is so
short, better to avoid regret: miss
no opportunity to savor
the ineffable.
Like a golden
beacon signaling on a moonless
night, tao guides our passage through this
transitory realm. In moments of darkness and pain
remember all is cyclical. Sit quietly behind
your wooden door: spring will
come again.