Poetry: Cleanliness is a Shining Light on the Heart
The morning glow slips away on a northern breeze.
The surroundings are a bit desolate and chilly.
The grace of the rising sun.
Comforting the deep valley in my arms.
The tangible feel of the earth.
A distant horizon extending with green wood.
A walk along the waterfront.
That lake encircled by a thousand lamps and fires.
Sparkling ripples.
As if a city were stirring.
Bursting with radiant light.
Oh! Paradise is before me.
My lake, vast and profound.
A lake with flowing azure water.
That gentle, curving expanse.
Could it bend into my tender gaze?
Let it open a pure and clean window of the soul.
Filling healthy and beautiful intuition.
A swirling vortex of poetic waves in my heart sea.
Anticipating news of spring.
Carrying it over.
The blush of peach blossoms, painting the pale face of time.
Looking forward to nurturing fragrance.
Spreading out,
In my country.
Nurturing green through years of wind and rain.
Good morning.
The sky brightens with just a thought.
That anticipation.
The morning light in steadfast eyes.
One by one, the vibrant blooms of spring.
The heart sea.
A swirling vortex.
Wave after wave.
Yearning for the dawn.
The glorious light of dawn.
Living in the present moment.
The wind sharpens time.
Who knows how much is cut away.
The remaining shadows of dawn.
Awareness hides in the mist.
Like a mist, hazy and veiled.
Fortunately, a small leaf.
On the damp willow branches.
With open, verdant eyes.
Fortunately, a tiny droplet of dew.
In the care of the morning light.
Absorbed by the plants.
Embracing flourishing and vibrant times.
Butterflies dancing.
Fluttering and swirling.
The red glow of ancient stoves, transformed into…
The forms of pottery, lifelike.
Everything in the present moment, blooming and joyful because we are alive.
