Steeper and steeper.
I know she thinks of me, far off,
And wilts with longing, like summer grass.
Maybe if the mountains would bow down
I could see her again,
Standing in our doorway.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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I love this one – but there are mountains in the way.
I love this – but there are always som,e mountains in the way
Both literally and figuratively.
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I think I responded to the right one.
So beautiful! Thank you
Yes, this one especially lingers.