Wild birds

Seeing the point 

Sitting quietly doing nothing

Spring comes, and the grass

Grows by itself.


The wild geese do not intend

To reflect their images;

The water has no mind to receive them.


An old pine preaches wisdom,

A wild bird is crying the truth.


- Zenrin


When the wild bird cries

It’s melody from the rooftops,

It’s vice carries the voice of God.

When the mountain flowers are in bloom,

Their full meaning cones with their scent.


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