This water’s shape is round or square
according to the container that holds it.
In the spring warmth, it is liquid.
In the winter cold, solid.
When its path is obstructed, it stands still.
How vast it is, yet its source is so small
and difficult to find.

On the tip of the King’s pen, water becomes
the compassion of clemency.
On the willow branch, it becomes
the clear, fresh balm of compassion.