Haru San, true body of Spring

Cherry blossoms and river, in the night

Waterfall
Your true body
Veil and flesh
at once

As I dive
Within
You pass through me
Without the knowledge of it

Wild water
In the throat of a mad monk

Dead wood cracking under my feet
In the mount covered with temples

I come to you
But in fact

space drops
And time burns its
minute fibers

Undressed
Everything taken off

You

This light