Cherry blossom

The sun was shining on the paddy fields and meadows in the valley below,

where the young monk stood

the glow reflecting not just the sun but the essence of his soul,

The cherry blossom trees clinging to the cliff

on his passage through the mountain rift

where the river once rolled but now the dust just drifts,

dressed in the finest silk and cotton robes, colours of green red and gold,

covered in dirt from the open road,

he sees the future he sees the past to know the stars is to know our hearts at last,

to look inside to calm our minds

he prescribes his remedies

and his rhymes to free us from time,

your soul exists amongst the mist of every mystic,

a million minds all trying to see the magic inside,

and every single one who looks finds,

you're whole if you let go,

the world plays no trick on your minds,

And this young monk from The mountain side,

has a message for all those who hide behind fortune and fame

who torture the devil and cry out their own name,

For as sure as heaven is holy

then the hell you bring

will be burning in flames,