when the cuckoo cries,
I long for Kyoto.
- Issa
Ambition:
To have nothing to show at the end
But love, to have left no footprint
Save the soul’s soft breath
Moving without disturbing
An October leaf, a busy ant, the human heart,
Leaving such trace as a smile on the face
Of a child of a child of a passer-by
And to have this lightness satisfy
Ones idea of a fitting epitaph.
- Vicky Kimm
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