spring loneliness - it falls short of the surf this stone I toss Suzuki Masajo autumn loneliness - like saffron, cardamon, turmeric, it comes with many tastes this pot I stir Jiya
in the shadow of the cherry blossom complete strangers there are none...... Issa we meet at Sinai in the brilliance of revelation there are no strangers neither in time, nor space. Jiya
And they will ask, "Where were you during the holocaust of the animals?" And they will ask "Do you recall Sobibor when 600 calves, goats, ducks bit through the barbed wire fences and fled to the Polish woods to join the Partisans?" And they will ask "Where were you Grandma, Nana, Aji, Safta? And you will say, "Don't worry your pretty little heads my sweet ones. I was at my barbecue roasting one of their cousins."