Heart Wave

Not speaking of the way,
Not thinking of what comes after,
Not questioning name or fame,
Here, loving love,
You and I look at each other.

Yosano Akiko
Translated by Kenneth Rexroth

As the postman rounded the corner in his little white van, he waved.  I raised my arm and moved my hand to and fro, waving back.  A simple exchange between strangers.  Yet, I was taken by the warm, loving sensation that flooded my body as if I were within the currents of this particular wave.   There was a sense of p...