When one flower opens, all forms are fresh, equally knowing the spring wind for ten thousand miles.
Without any sounds in the branches, the breeze carries the spring color.
Wind whistles through the branches; rain breaks up the clumps of earth. Toads croak and earthworms cry out. Simply see that peach blossoms open by the mountain huts. A thousand gates and ten thousand doors face the valley streams in spring.
The blossoms of the world open, and this is a heavenly realm.
Who would complain that spring radiance does not seek after anything?
In spring, beyond our own efforts, a withered tree returns to life and flowers.
A single plum flower in the cold,
with fragrant heart blossoming,
Calls for the arising of spring in the emptiness of the pot of ages.
We must cherish this time, as our paths will soon part.
For many months, the days and nights have quickly passed.
The spring wind stirs, and clouds come and go.
A thousand showers of evening rain fill the lake.
* all quotes from Zen master Dōgen's teachings (Dogen's Extensive Record).