Like the delighted stillness of the silence
which is an emptiness that is full,
from which come the moments
graced by the specific; as
the scent of cherry blossom or
the petals of the plum;
when what endures, is the message
and needs us as messengers.
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I would like to translate this poem
spring breeze japanese dancer tilts to a rain of sakuras