No one believes as I do
\nthat between the atoms
\nof cherries and closing of windows,
\nbeauty is born.
\nIt is the memory of empty spaces.
\nThe world belonging to its riddle.
\nAs love is the purpose
\nof the sea\u2019s music.
\nThe heart\u2019s puzzle,
\nits own romance.<\/p>\n
When you come into the room,
\nlight comes with you,
\nand an ache inside me rises.
\nI will go to my death
\nremembering how I am born
\nin the ambivalence of joy and pain.
\nThe face of love
\nis an open generous sky.
\nYour eyes see into my transparencies,
\nand I am forever changed
\nmoment to moment,
\nloving you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
No one believes as I do that between the atoms of cherries and closing of windows, beauty is born. It is the memory of empty…<\/p>\n