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Author of this poem:

Zen Master Hsu Yun


Long rains - that's the real start of Spring.
Everywhere you look - near or far -
Everything is fresh and new.

The cold grey mountain takes on delicate colors.
The stone steps so washed not a speck of dust remains.

The Willows have decided on their sole purpose:
To soothe your eyes with beauty.
The flowers are still sleeping.
They haven't opened their lips to reveal anything.

There's extra grass growing at the edge of the steps.
It's so eager to please, when you step on it
It yields gently, then springs back,
As if it had merely bowed to you.

Humming Bird
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