The flourish of blossom and bloom
is more than blaze and perfume.
Not just for the eye or the nose,
they beg our mind to compose.
Sometimes better not to engage.
Best simply to sit back and gaze.
Sensei, the Serene
Sensei, the serene
hours we spend are
not lost if we lose them
like we lose the flowers
we choose and cut
to put in a vase.
After Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa)
Mestre, são plácidas
Todas as horas
Que nós perdemos,
Se no perdê-las,
Qual numa jarra,
Nós pomos flores.
