Well into Spring,
my jasmine is in bloom and soon
there will be the first of the peach blossoms.
A sliver of moon tonight, waning crescent,
and only a slight breeze.
1,487 nights since my son left this world.
Birds are messengers from the next universe.
Their songs tell us where to go
to pass through to the next universe,
the songs explain where the escape holes are located.
There is one hole for each bird,
and one bird for each person.
Are you ready to pass through? I am.
Another universe is waiting.