Archive for October 13th, 2010
A Blossom Tree
By HSI Muren
How can we chance upon each other
At my most beautiful moment?
For this scene, I’ve begged Buddha, 500 years non-stopping,
For the fate we can be interweaving.
Buddha hence changes me into a tree,
Standing by a road you’ll be passing,
Blossoming, discreetly, under the sun
Every flower is my previous life’s yearning.
When you trek near, listen carefully:
The trembling leaves are my longing passion.
But you pass; you pass carelessly, Leave,
Behind you, the tree that’s shedding.
Dear, the shedding are not petals at all,
But my heart, my withered heart, crying!