Rest where the question
does not arise.
That is the answer.
Let the mind descend
into the heart.
That is the solution.
Was there a problem?
Eddies of thought
are the dance of silence.
Yet a gentle harmony
was already here,
a weaving of invisible roots
before the greening.
The fragrance entangled
in the loam.
Let falling down
be your ascension.
Discover that you are
the ground.
Last year's thousand
spent and weary petals
returning to your seed.
Now you are the cause
of Spring.
Painting by Di-Li Feng
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