Bloom Nobly, Ink-Black Cherry Blossom ~ Border of Life
When I should die, let me die while laid at ease by full spring moon, underneath the blooming trees.
So to these cherry boughs I shall give my soul to keep. Petals my shroud, gently carry me to sleep, For the buds we regard in their coats of palest pink, In sweet memoriam, bloom as black as ink.
Like the little one who rides this wind As all and nothing and free, Filling empty space, and full of empty space— What more is there to be?
The worlds are broad, the border thin. A single step is but the distance within. The path extends through the ledge; Let it lead me lightly over the edge.
A life returned, and at what cost? Only a body, nothing else, ever lost. Through fleeting time, cast off pain; Last forever then in noblest reign.
Fly…and fall…and fly, Upon a delicate yet boldly-patterned wing, Unknown to the course of coming spring.
In a flash…in a ring… There is strength in transience, the unpinned essence of a thing, With a heart open to what next a dream will bring.