By: EarlB, 1:24 AM GMT on March 23, 2014
Searching for spring all day, I never saw it,
straw sandals treading everywhere
among the clouds, along the bank.
Coming home, I laughed, catching
the plum blossoms' scent:
spring at each branch tip, already perfect.
-poem by an anonymous Sung Dynasty Nun
One thousand years ago
a Sung Dynasty nun
didn't take credit for her
inspiration, her duty not to fame
but to the service of feeling.
I read her words "…straw sandals treading
everywhere among the clouds…" and
I hesitated, re-read, re-read,
read but didn't understand
Was she searching for Spring in the
mountains, along foggy paths or did
she float into the sky, bee-like in search
of her plum blossom scent,
leaving her footprints in the clouds?
She found blossom's scent
and left her straw-soled footprints
of verse in my heart.
By: EarlB, 2:01 AM GMT on March 03, 2014
My favorite of all,
You won't come to my hand,
So I must hold you
In my heart.
With your sweet words,
Sing me to Wonder
Throughout the day.
I'll hold you in my heart,
Because we must be