Joss

Third side street to the left

A small house

Death

With trimmed boxwood garden 

             But our knowledge of death is enriched not by the refusal of life.

             It is only the ripe fruit of the here and now, when seized and bitten

             into, that spreads its indescribable flavor in us.

                                                                                         Yours,

                                                                                        R. Maria  [Rilke]