Classic Poem

Brilliant, bright—the flowers of the cold season!
Their subtle fragrance arises in the quiet.
Others are hoping to smell them a few times,
but I prefer to use my ears!
The fragrance sends forth jewel-like songs;
singing them out loud, I feel such joy!
And who says there is no fragrance in sound?
Smelling and hearing are really the same thing.
But best of all would be to end all sound,
and also get rid of fragrance and form.
No smelling, and also no hearing at all—
back to the mystery of the Primal One.