March 26^th, 2026

Blossoms bring the Spring.
Spring doesn’t take them with it
When it goes.

Clouds flow upon the stream.
The stream cannot hold them.
I’d ask why that is,
But no one’s here, but
This tall tree,
Beneath which I will idle

Pondering
The place,
The Spring,
Clouds passing.

Yuan Mei (1716-1798)