The cherry blossoms are all perfect

"The tiger's eyes are like my own,
but he comes from across a deep
and troubled sea..."

-Then I come to this place of my ancestors, and I remember. Like these blossoms, we are all dying. To know life in every breath, every cup of tea, every life we take. The way of the warrior...
-Life in every breath...
-(nods) That is Bushido.

"I'm having trouble finishing the poem. Can you suggest a last line?"



...so the poem remains unfinished.



Taste the wind.