Quiet Arrival

Cherry blossoms reach outward,

petals lifting through the mist

as if touching something unseen.

They break no barrier—

the fog parts on its own,

welcoming their quiet arrival.

Beyond them waits the open sky,

vast and without edge—

a gentle void

that asks for nothing.

The blossoms do not question it.

They do not cling to form

or fear the falling.

They simply open,

greeting emptiness

as an old companion.

In their brief flowering

nothing is lacking,

nothing unfinished.

Content in being,

complete in their task,

they bloom into the boundless

and are already enough.