So how do you gain control and get beyond desire?
Open those eyes... the ones that were born in your own skull.
We went up across the ridge for the fun of it.
Didn't need to pack any more wine.
On the precipice, flowers opened, smiling.
By the river, willows grew bright.
In the drizzling rain the village smoke congealed, concealed.
The wind was slight and the grass was cool.
There in the woods' underbrush, startled,
We suddenly heard a dog bark.<
It wanted us to know the Master was aware.
You've traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma.
So many long days in the archives, copying,copyng.
The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same.
but they're much easier to carry.
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 os washed not a speck of dust remains.
The Willows have decide on their sole purpos:
To soothe 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 boweb to you.