Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showering. The blossoms that showered for Subhuti are still showering.

You are nothing but a flower opening, so that the whole is filled with fragrance through you. If you can drop yourself, those flowers can shower this very morning, this very moment.

So if you want to see peach blossoms you have to know where to look.

All day in the green sunny orchard When May was a marvel of bloom, I followed the busy bee-lovers Down path that were sweet with perfume.

The apple blossoms' shower of pearl, Though blent with rosier hue, As beautiful as woman's blush, As evanescent too.

Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them While the apple blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o'er them.