I am becoming tireless.
\nAs if everything in my heart
\nis coming out,
\nlike cherry blossoms
\ncovering a tree.
\nThe aroma of wheat
\nin a field before harvest.
\nSomething in me
\nneeds to dance,
\nto sing,
\nto flirt with the faces
\nof the world.
\nDoes one know how to talk
\nto an orange?
\nHow to kiss the rising sun,
\nembrace
\nthe circularity of the earth?
\nLet them consume and bless you!<\/p>\n
I joined a wedding,
\nand danced into the night.
\nI felt the youth of my soul.
\nI shouted,
\nI am young!
\nRivers coursed through me.
\nMy legs were light as feathers.
\nThe girls,
\nbeautiful as apples.
\nAnd the moral of it,
\nwe are free
\nwhen we are joyful.
\nGlorious when we dance.
\nLife is good!
\nSo praise it.
\nI am seventy,
\nin the year of my youth.
\nI obey the wisdom of my mother.
\n\u201cBe happy,\u201d she said.
\nSo I am happy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am becoming tireless. As if everything in my heart is coming out, like cherry blossoms covering a tree. The aroma of wheat in a…<\/p>\n