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Every year we have to experience this day
When the sun shakes off an hour
The treetops are pink
Though they should be dark purple
Poets say, "The world descends into a
rich mash, in order that it may resume."
"Where the snow had been,
many flowers appeared,
and where the stars had shone, the sun rose over the tree line again."
Thus "the vivacity of what was
is married to the vitality of what
will be."
Thus many years passed
We find ourselves still preparing to
begin a journey
But know undoubtedly that we have changed
We turn our eyes from the outward to the
inward
yearning more for generosity and kindness
than smartness and coolness
It is also true that
As snow falls and melts, winds blow and
abate, the river floods and freezes
And they happen many times
Our eyes grow sharper and see deeper
It is unavoidable then
We become more disappointed and less
hopeful
Therefore we retreat more to ourselves
But we are more solid now standing alone
Thus life goes on as the laughing lizard
continues to laugh
Though "the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the
year be doomed."
P.S. The day turned out to be surprisingly warm. Walking
against a bright sun on the river, I stepped into an ocean of light.
Turning my head aside, I closed my left eye, and let the sunlight fall upon
the fine hair on my nose electrifying myriad little flashes of colors. I
simply walked on blindly.
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