What the spring sky
whispered through the cherry blossoms
was Purify Purify…
What the spring sky
whispered as well
was: Let no belief or thought
become a web in which you’re caught…
Look at me, feel me,
and love the cherry blossoms as they fall,
and do as little harm as you can,
though you may never love all.
Purify Purify
till you see you and me and orange star
as the falling flowers
of what you are,
till women and men are no longer people
simply, with flesh that wrinkles, dies,
but the sacred looking through different eyes.
Purify Purify
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“till women and men are no longer people
simply, with flesh that wrinkles, dies,
but the sacred looking through different eyes.”
Such a beautiful and deep line. I love your work. 🦋