Long rains -that’s the real start of spring
Everywhere you look- near or far-
Everything is fresh and new.
The cold grey mountain takes on delicate colors.
The stone steps so washed not a speck of dust remains.
The Willows have decided on their sole purpose:
To sooth your eyes with beauty.
The flowers are still sleeping.
They haven’t opened their lips to reveal anything.
There’s extra grass growing at the edge of the steps.
It’s so eager to please.When you step on it,
It yields gently then springs back.
As if it had merely bowed to you.
Spring Rain by Master Hsu- Yun
Translated to Pinyin (from the English translation) by Fa Xian
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Refreshing and lovely.
shanti om
Amituofo 47whitebuffalo!