世界
Though you have eyes, you still can see the beauty of the world.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer - by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.