Loving is the only knowing and all else is only known. Every April is spontaneous despite the memory of desire.
A flower isn't late nor early and so is dreaming neither right nor wrong but the latest phase of self-awareness.
Wild daffodils bloom on the northern riverbank after escaping the next-door neighbor's flower bed.
Nothing is not nothing. Look out. Every concept is infinitesimal! Only love of being attracts the sting of absolution.
Beyond the known is the unknown and only knowing knows this. Spring like mizu no oto. Hiraizumi. Yamadera. Matsushima!
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