To Show You All, On the First Morning of the Year
-- Ching An (trans by JP Seaton)

A thousand thousand Worlds,
a single breath,
one turn of the Great Potter`s Wheel.
The withered tree blossoms 

in a Spring beyond illusion.
Pop!
The firecrackers bring me back: 

the laugh’s on me.
This year’s man
is last year’s man.

[via Ocean of Poetry]