{"id":1928,"date":"2015-06-01T23:52:29","date_gmt":"2015-06-01T14:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/?p=1928"},"modified":"2015-06-01T23:52:29","modified_gmt":"2015-06-01T14:52:29","slug":"the-end-of-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/01\/the-end-of-me\/","title":{"rendered":"The end of me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m madly in love with shiroyashio<\/em>. There, I’ve said it.<\/p>\n

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Shiroyashio. <\/em>Otherwise, known as Rhododendron quinquefolium. <\/em>It’s a short, stocky, rugged sort of tree, with rough bark—thus, the sometimes nickname of Japanese cork azaela—that grows mainly, as far as I know, along the ridges of a limited number of mountains in Japan.<\/p>\n

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The leaves come in whorls of five, with each green whorl red-tipped—“flowers” in themselves. If you can get up to the mountain on just the right day, the white blossoms will be open, and the fresh red and green leaves will glisten in the blue sky like springtime stars. It will amaze you.<\/p>\n

At least, it\u00a0amazes me.\u00a0Looking at these guys\u00a0in their spanky clean colors, there’s no way I can feel blue.<\/p>\n

When I\u00a0look at\u00a0them, and the sun that makes them glisten shines on me, too, well, it’s hard—really<\/em> hard—to worry about the end of me. Or you.<\/p>\n

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I can feel the end of me \/ <\/span><\/span>I will never find life\u2019s key<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(But) I don\u2019t want your sympathy \/ <\/span><\/span>(She said) I can feel the end of me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>I see darkness in the sky \/ <\/span><\/span>I have lost my will to try<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(She said) I no longer can say why \/ <\/span><\/span>(But) I see darkness in the sky.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\"150523_yashio12_600\"<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(I said) Please come with me \/ <\/span><\/span>See what we can see<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Please\u00a0come with me \/ <\/span><\/span>Feel what we can be.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I just feel that all is vain \/ <\/span><\/span>Sunny days look like the freezing rain<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(She said) I can\u2019t bear this kind of pain \/ <\/span><\/span>I just feel that all\u2019s in vain.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0(I said) Please come with me \/ <\/span><\/span>See what we can see<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Please\u00a0come with me \/ <\/span><\/span>Feel what we can be.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\"150215_red_plums1_600\"<\/a>Plum blossoms are bursting open now<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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White-eyed birds are sucking at the source<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Cherry petals soon will paint the sky<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The yashio will give us reasons why<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Red-tipped leaves will glisten like the stars<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s bound to give your closed-up heart a jar<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Open it, pump in that mountain air<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Then you\u2019ll see it\u2019s not all so unfair.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You can find so much happiness– <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Just open \u2013 your heart.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You can find so much happiness\u2014<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Just follow \u2013 your heart.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I’m madly in love with shiroyashio. There, I’ve said it. Shiroyashio. Otherwise, known as Rhododendron quinquefolium. It’s a short, stocky, rugged sort of tree, with rough bark—thus, the sometimes nickname of Japanese cork azaela—that grows mainly, as far as I know, along the ridges of a limited number of mountains in Japan. The leaves come … Continue reading The end of me<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1928","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1928","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1928"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1928\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1951,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1928\/revisions\/1951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1928"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1928"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1928"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}