The lotus blooms, delighting to look at and smell
But when the pedals wilt and fall, the pod begins its work
How many ages of suffering
Does the moment of a child’s smile cut through?
Seeds drop back to the pond
Because I suffer, I know the suffering of others.
Because I am happy, I want to share it with you.
Maybe there will never be an end to the suffering in this world, but that’s why it’s so important to try.
In the World
He enters the city barefoot, with chest exposed.
Covered in dust and ashes, smiling broadly.
No need for the magic powers of the gods and immortals,
Just let the dead tree bloom again.