[Poem] That Was Fine

If I can do this,
I'll be happy.


But,
even if I can't,
that's okay too.


I want to have
that kind of lightness.



Both the happy things
and the sad things,
once I've felt them
to my heart's content,



I'll take a deep breath,
let them ride the wind
and blow them away.



Lightly, lightly,
far, far away.



Then,
inside my heart,
a little bit of space will open up,


and again,
a new sprout will be born.




How that sprout
will grow,




whether it grows well
or doesn't grow at all,




if I could enjoy
the whole process,




that would be nice.
If I could stay



with that kind of lightness,
letting it bloom,
letting it wither,



waiting once more,
doing just that,
I will layer up



many of my own flowers.
Ah,

that was fine all along.

That is
the reason why I
was born here,



now, suddenly,
I remembered.