
The light has filled the darkness,
and spring has reached the snow from beneath.
Shout loud, waves,
the great sea beneath is sleeping unaware of you.
The living flower radiates smiles from the exhausting cliff,
and pure gold sparkles inside a crucible heated sevenfold.
Sailing in faith on the forbidding sea,
and sailing before the wind leaving the world behind.
April 15, 1960, in darkness of Mt. Twin Peak