““This world of two gardens, both so beautiful. This world, a street where a funeral is passing. Let us rise together and leave this world, as water goes bowing down itself to the sea. From gardens to the gardener, from grieving to a wedding feast. We tremble like leaves about to let go. There is no avoiding pain, or feeling exiled, or the taste of dust. But also we have a green-winged longing for the sweetness of the friend. These forms are evidence of what cannot be shown.””
