After the Storm

During hard times, it helps to notice beauty.
One of my favorite poems, always:

The wheel of law turns
without pause.

After the rain, good weather.
In the wink of an eye

The universe throws off 
its muddy clothes.

For ten thousand miles
the landscape

spreads out like a beautiful brocade
Light breezes, smiling flowers.

High in the trees, amongst
the sparkling leaves

all the birds sing at once.
People and animals rise-up reborn

What could be more natural?
After sorrow, comes happiness.

- Ho Chi Minh