A flower is always happy because it is beautiful.
Bees sing their song of loneliness and weep.
A waterfall is busy hurrying to the ocean.
A poet is blown by the wind.
A friend without inside or outside
And a rock that is not happy or sad
Are watching the winter crescent moon
Suffering from the bitter wind.
from the book Timely Rain: Selected Poetry of Chogyam Trungpa
Dahlia photo by Annika Sandberg. Malmo, Sweden