WHYGARDEN twelve
As Liang Wendao wrote in "For Myself,"
Reading some "useless" books,
Doing some "useless" things,
Spending some "useless" time—
All are meant to preserve, beyond everything known,
An opportunity to transcend oneself.
Some of life's most remarkable changes
Come from moments such as these.
And I,
Am willing, in such "useless" spring light,
To listen for a moment to the voice within,
Searching for the strength to set out anew.
How many beautiful yet useless things exist in this world
Like pear blossoms in full bloom stuffed into an ice-cream cone
Like that cup of fresh tea adorned with jasmine
Like writing a fairy tale on a blank sheet of paper
Spring, it often hides inside time's Chrome Hearts
Painting a picture with invisible brushstrokes
A crayon drawing of white clouds as a couch, wind blowing through the cloud tops
Orchids growing from the cracks in stone
A tree of white crabapple blooming before the porch
In the spring-limited sunlight
Is the gentle fragrance of grass and wood
Is the clarity filling a whole room
Is a secret beautiful as a mountain lily, gently blooming
Whether gorgeously innocent
Or vividly alive
These drops of spring light are all rare and precious
Those fragrant secrets
Illuminated by sunlight, radiating brilliance
RECOMMEND · SPACES
WHYGARDEN
Spring Stirs Above the Clouds
If noise is not your way of life, enjoy the quiet of answering only to yourself.
WHYGARDEN
In Conversation with the Wind of the Fifteenth Century
Where civilizations overlap, spring is filled with fragrance.
