Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
--Pearl S. Buck
I don't know if that is the proper name of the poem, or if it has one. I don't know who wrote it. Sensei Ogui lists it as his favorite poem in Zen Shin Talks:
Roses are blooming on the rose tree
There is nothing strange.
The flower blooms silently and fall quietly
without sound,
Though never again to return to its branch.
Her total existence is expressed in that one place
At that moment
That is the voice of the flower,
The truth of the single flower on the branch.
Therein lies the joy of life, infinitely radiant and
everlasting.
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