When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
Friday, April 30, 2010
songs of exile (2)
'The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person. Our home is open, there are no keys in the doors, visible ghosts come in and out at will'.
--Czeslaw Milosz
Difficult indeed, but this is what eases and mitigates the pain of exile. That you are not confined to nor contained by it - there is always enough space for surprises, changes, transformations.
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