Is it true that
even this tiniest flower,
watered by grieving Mother's tears
is flaming with the joy
of far-flung stars?
Yellow petals emerging
from a vast sea of green
seeing the beauty of the Dharma.
Rivers of fear, doubt, joy, and sorrow
—on the other side a swallow sings,
and you and I meet again.
Dead branches break forth into bloom.
Liberty is reclaimed
Thank you for this Triple Gem—
washing dishes among kindhearted friends