When I should die, let me die while laid at ease
By full spring moon, underneath the blooming trees

So to these cherry boughs I shall give my soul to keep
Petals, my shroud, gently carry me to sleep
For the buds we regard in their coats of palest pink
In sweet memoriam, bloom as black as ink

Like the little one who rides this wind
As all and nothing and free
Filling empty space, and full of empty space—
What more is there to be?

The worlds are broad, the border thin
A single step is but the distance within
The path extends through the ledge;
Let it lead me lightly over the edge

A life returned, and at what cost?
Only a body, nothing else, ever lost
Through fleeting time, cast off pain;
Last forever then in noblest reign

Fly… and fall… and fly
Upon a delicate yet boldly-patterned wing
Unknown to the course of coming spring
In a flash… in a ring…
There is strength in transience, the unpinned essence of a thing
With a heart open to what next a dream will bring