REMEMBERING SEPTEMBER

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I came to your city as a guest.

 

After I left, I became a vagabond.

You are my home.

Without your city, I am a wanderer.

LOVE IN THE OLD AND NEW YEAR

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This past year was filled with shock.

I found my dear one whom I lost whom I found again.

I lost my heart to a tough tender prison

Held by my own will and longing.

I heard “I am forever with you in your heart.”

“I am with you,” from the opposite side of the world.

In the old year I was the universal spiritual soul.

In the new year, don’t talk to me about spiritual love.

Give me your love god body –

Your blood, bone, sweat and moans body.