NEW ONES

Every morning has the new sun,
The clouds have new colors,
A dry branch is also newly,
A flower bud has just bloomed,
A new green blade of grass,
And the ground is also very new.

Everything feels like a new beginning,
In the stillness of space.
No memories of yesterday,
Or wishful thinking.
I've been standing here for a long time,
And today I still stand here...
Just to look and see,
The constant change of dharmas.
TNTQ