Read some beautiful verses by Izumi shikibu among many others over at Kritya. Like all other poetry that I have read, re-read, remembered and loved, these verses create the espalier of words for emotions I have experienced but not been able to articulate.
Which shouldn’t exist
In this world,
The one who forgets
Or the one Who is forgotten?
Which is better,
the distant lover you long for
Or the one you see daily
Without desire?
Why haven’t i
Thought of it before?
This body,
Remembering yours,
Is the keepsake you left.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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