Flocks of cranes flew over
ten thousands times northbound
here were treeless plains galore
a thirsty and arid land
on green rice pads now they soar
and trout farms dot the sands
bless water from above
mystery of love
Mine these snowy peaks and
you’ll find fishbones and shells
these snow-capped mounts now hide coasts
where palms and corals dwelt
you may think the Earth sits still
but it can change at will
behold and save your breath
mystery of death
Hellbent slayers once soiled
their lairs with shame and gloom
now that blood, those tears have bloomed
and doom reversed to joy
death’s foul stench turned to perfume
to grass, to springs unspoiled
where doves coo and bells chime
mystery of time
Here, the day is near now
the holy day has come