There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and
open the love-window. The moon
won’t use the door only the window.
transl. by Coleman Barks
How beautiful! “Close the language door and open the love-window” – sigh… yes… Window sitting is at hand!