This poem is from a book of Vietnamese Zen imspired poetry you can find on'line at:http://www.quangduc.com/English/Zen/38zenpoem.html
Zen Master MAN GIAC (LY TRUONG)
Confessing To Falling Ill
When spring passes, a hundred flowers fall.
When spring arrives, a hundred flowers wave.
The world glides past our eyes.
Time scatters its dust over our heads.
Don’t say when spring passes, all flowers fade.
Only last night, in the courtyard, an apricot bloomed.
(translated by) Kevin Bowen and Nguyen Ba Chung
Without death, breakdown, and destruction...where would there be room for the new to start?
It's always been that way....don't expect it to change now.
Shame on you Shakyamuni for setting the precedent of leaving home.
Did you think it was not there--
in your wife's lovely face
in your baby's laughter?
Did you think you had to go elsewhere (simply) to find it?
from - Judyth Collin
The Layman's Lament
From What Book, 1998, p. 52
Edited by Gary Gach