ONE YEAR HAS PASSED
year has passed, but it is like yesterday:
busy with love and hatred, the foul play!
always renews why our soul rests old yet
our age already wanes like the sunset.
year we still came for the Buddha’s grace
still looked at others with a haughty face.
though knowing Dharma is the Truth,
steps did not yet comprise a pace to ruth.
last year we frequently bathed as inclined:
cleaned body, not worldly dust in mind.
aware of life as the fast wind as short,
still hesitated, not chose the bright resort.
year, how many days wide-awake were we
to truly live, understand and love in glee?
sat silently but felt in our innermost clime
we did live or exist… transient to kill time.
still always tidied up things in the last year
grass grew in our heart as a fallow sphere.
breath spans, how many with mind right?
us light the candles to enlighten the blight.
has ended, warm Spring come whole.
us open our heart for light to flash our soul.
sunbeam is a ray of Dharma virtue rife;
new Spring we renovate to better our life.