Three trees
along a little path that people come and go.
Full of bright green leaves now and
white petals not long ago.
Being or not being,
it is beautiful as it is.
Being or not being,
it is good as it is.
The leaves floating gently.
With my heart wide open,
I take a deep breath in.
A ray of sunlight on my
shoulder.
Its warm, loving touch.
One bee sitting on the leaf just beside me.
For a long time like that… silently.
One white butterfly
dancing around me in a circle.
Tenderly and lightly.
Has it been brought by the wind?
Thank you.
Thank you.
