Green water sings along.
Spring is upon me.
I feel the boat moves no more –
chained there.
A few monuments
hanging on the temple wall.
The monks stage – effects.
No rage, but forgiveness.
As he stoops,
to take up your soul.
One gulp of spring is enough.
From here on in,
I’ll become a spirit.
And speak to the world,
face-to-face