A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
The baby,open-mouthed, beholds a chase
Of falling cherry-petals: Buddha's face.
ADMONITION FOR SPRING
Look away from the high lonesome hills
So hard on the hard sky since the swift shower;
See where among the restless daffodils
The hyacinth sets his melancholy tower.
Draw in your heart from vain adventurings;
Float slowly, swimmer, slowly drawing breath.
See, in this wild green foam of growing things
The heavy hyacinth remembering death.
-- L.A. MacKay