We humans are endlessly clinging and grasping
The dogwood blossom petals
float freely in the fountain
Mankind ever tormented by the past
and its angst towards an uncertain future
The horses are surrendering their winter coats to the birds
as their nests await the young
Is it not time for a self-liberating act
Let us pull the thorns from our eyes
And take a cool drink
from the wellspring that has never known thirst