The spring starts with a profusion of leaves,
the green wave spreads like an ink spilled on earth,
the grace the rains bring
and stir the springs of seeds
lying dormant under the quilt.

Then suddenly a bud appears
with no signal of its tiny step.
And one by one they come,
the heralds of the dawn of the season's change, the buds in a prolific bloom.

And before the eye can recognize
the invasion of love, a wave of conquest
that comes with gust of the wind,
and watch in surprise the baffling burst of the energy of flowers,
there is a new batch of buds coming behind,
waves and waves of goodly prayers
and the heaven bows down to love.

Sushama Karnik
July 27, 2015
Image Courtesy Sogyal Rinpoche

Originally shared by Sogyal Rinpoche

Each time the losses and deceptions of life teach us about impermanence, they bring us closer to the truth. When you fall from a great height, there is only one possible place to land: on the ground—the ground of truth. And if you have the understanding that comes from spiritual practice, then falling is in no way a disaster, but the discovery of an inner refuge.