waka of budouadana: aces

SproutA single seedlingBoldly breaks the frost-bound earthSeeking the sun’s light –Fragile sprout of unknown fate,Fearlessly demanding warmth.SunThe flush of first love,Meditation’s inner peace,Spirit’s glowing faith –All are nourished and growIn the warm sun of the heart.KnifeThe mental knife cutsThrough the knots of fear and doubtIf its edge is sharpenedOn the rough stone of reasonOiled by