Just Whose Slave Am I?

 

Finally lilacs

Bloom in front of my kitchen;

Scents will soon come. 

 

Cloud covers, I'm sad;
Sun breaks and my spirits rise.
Just whose slave am I?

Shadows on tree trunks;

Two birds sitting on a wire--

The world is plural. 

As slow as they go,
Two clouds traversing the sky
Don't stop for a rest.
 

Far edge of the woods:

Clear blue light between the trees--

A radiant pond.

What secret is there
That always lies beyond bend?
I never find out.

On and off again:

Celestial sun master

Plays with us below. 

What bottles are these
Placed in the perpetual
Waters of the spring?