flowering tree
Whenever I see flowers in full bloom, I think of Xi Murong's poem, "A Flowering Tree." The flower season is so fleeting. When we are fortunate enough to encounter a blossoming flower, we must stop and admire it, for this is a fate that has been woven for centuries.
A Flowering Tree
Xi Murong
How did I make you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, for this... I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years, asking him to bring us together in this earthly relationship.
The Buddha then transformed me into a tree, growing by the path you must pass. Carefully blossoming in the sunlight, each one a hope from my past life.
As you approach, please listen carefully. Those trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting. And when you finally pass by, oblivious, the petals that fall to the ground behind you... My friend, those are not petals, but my withered heart.