WINTER     SNOWS
 
                           
                                         O    Beloved    Jasmine
 
                                        The Flower of my Heart,
 
                                       I see you racing before me
 
                                              As the swift river.
 
                                               For is it not you
 
                                    Who now mantles the mountains?
 
                                              With your Purity！
 
                                       
                                           The breeze that blows
    
                                       Must surely be your Breath?
 
                                           For although it carries the 
 
                                               Scent of the trees,
 
                                        The smell of the wet stones,
 
                                       And is blooming to the cheeks,
 
                                       There is a freshness and Purity
 
                                   That can only be sensed with the Heart.
 
                           
                                        Your Mantle protects the hills
 
                                              In their winter sleep；
 
                                         The trees are bare and still.
 
                                   “Be still with us, sit still and listen. ”
 
                                         But River, you are never still！
 
                                         “No, and I am muddy too.
 
                                                Look to my Source.”
                                               Ah, Beloved Jasmin,
 
                                       The Breath of Purity of Spring
 
                                                       Is with You,
 
                                                 Ready to bring to life
 
                                                       The lost trees,
 
                                   And all who hold their breath with Thee.
 
                                                           Beloved,
 
                                                     As the snows melt
 
                                          And your life flows into the trees,
 
                                                Let myself melt into Thee
 
                                            And become the Resurrection.
                                         By Gladys99 
                                                                                              2009. 07. 08