Crystal lake mirrors
bare branch blossoms,
floating petals drift like snow.
Sacred sanctuary in this garden
as sunrays spill over Buddha's image
a hallow sight; his radiant glow.
Many that have gone before me
and have passed this way again,
the importance of devotion know.
We are beings of the springtime
here to gain enlightenment
to help our inner light to grow.
It matters not the purse we carry,
nor how our appearance is perceived,
only that love and kindness flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem