And the mystery — Shadows of leaves
blown by April winds
appear fleetingly on sunlit walls
while birdsong drifts
from languid, leafy branches,
and in the slow-moving river,
swirls emerge
slowly, tentatively,
almost invisibly,
as though the conscious universe
were discovering itself
woven into substance
slowly waking up to itself
inside all life,
while nourishing our heart
like spring brings blossom to trees,
bringing fresh meaning,
helping us…