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04/11/10
Calligraphy
At the heart of our budding love's unified heart, This first Sunday after Easter, is Seiwa-en — All of nature in a "garden of pure, clear harmony and peace."
Everywhere we stare, there's another cause for enchantment: Azaleas bursting from their furling, In vibrant reds, lavenders, roses, purples, ivories;
Cherry trees boasting, on their gracefully contorted limbs, Soft-pink-tufted blossoms; bright-magenta-blooming redbuds; Japanese maples, with translucent burnt-orange leaves.
Adrift in this vast tapestry of pastel hues, We seek brief surcease, beneath a waking weeping willow Overhanging the banks of the pollen-green lake,
Pause to embrace, kiss, descend into each other's senses, The tree's slender, drooping, swaying brushes are stroking.
Suddenly, the gentle ideograms reflected on the water Materialize as shapes of pure, mellifluous poetry, music — Silent, sweet, peaceful, harmonious, fluid, lyrical melodies
Playing, in our ears, eyes, and veins, strains of eternity, Making the two of us one with Seiwa-en. In humbleness, we bow, deeply, to the weeping willow.
04/11/10
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