There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am...
Source: Cries of The Spirit, Pages: 24 (from Stepping Westward)
Contributed by: Tsuya
If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.
Two girls discoverthe secret of Lifein a sudden line ofpoetry.I who don't know thesecret wrotethe line. Theytold me(Through a Third person)they had found itbut not what it wasnot evenwhat line it was. No doubtby now, more than a weeklater, they had forgottenthe secret,the line, the name ofthe poem. I love themfor finding whatI can't find,and for Loving mefor the line I wrote,and for forgetting itso thata thousand times, till deathfinds them, they maydiscover it again, in otherlinesin otherhappenings. And forwanting to know it,forassuming there issuch a secret, yes,for ThatMost of All.
Contributed by: Resurrected1
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