I slumbered this spring
morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard
the cry of birds.
That night the sound of
wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many
petals then had fallen?
- Meng Haoran
One thing follows
another; that is the way of the Dao. Good follows bad which follows good that
follows bad. The darkest dawn gives way to the morning light. The brightest day
recedes to the gathering twilight. When we are gone, the Dao will linger. Stars
will shine, rivers will flow, petals will fall.
