Peace, one and all…
The blossom lives
but for the briefest of moments,
spending its whole self
in the space between heartbeats.
When spring comes,
is it ashamed to whirl and dance
in the Sun’s warmth,
for all its swiftly passing beauty?
If the delicate blossom can spend itself
with such reckless abandon,
why shouldn’t I?
Shouldn’t I blossom too in my turn?
Abdur Rahman, 11th March 2010