A Flowering Tree
How to make you meet me
at my most beautiful moment?
I have prayed for this before the Buddha
for five hundred years--
Where I beg him to let us form a bond in earthly life.
Buddha turned me into a tree.
I grow by the road you pass by every day,
Cautiously blooming in the sun.
Each Blossom is a hope from my previous life.
When you come near, please listen carefully.
That trembling of leaves is the enthusiasm
from my waiting,
And when you finally pass by,
What has landed around you, my friend,
Are not flower petals.
It is my starving heart.
~ Xi Murong
(Translation by Bruce Behnke)
photo: Narita San 'Buddhist Temple Garden
(c) 2015 Bruce Behnke