I’d like to dividemyself in order to see,among these mountains,each and every flowerof every cherry tree.

Limitations gone:Since my mind fixed on the moon,Clarity and serenityMake something for whichThere’s no end in sight.

Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water,Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Now seen…now gone,The butterfly flits in and outThrough fence-hung flowers;But a life lived so close to themI envy…though it’s here and gone.

Today’s satori:Such a change of mind wouldNot exist withoutMy lifelong habit of havingMy mind immersed in blossoms.

Beyond this life andThis world I’ll have it tilMy heart’s content:The bright moon that passed overThe horizon before I had my fill.

Last year, Yoshino,I walked away bending branchesTo point me to blossoms–Which now are everywhere and I canGo where I’ve never been before.

Returning to whereIt used to see blossoms,My mind, changed,Will stay on at Yoshino…Home now, and see anew.