“Love is just like a spring breeze; it comes,
and when it comes it brings tremendous fragrance, beauty – but it goes. When it
comes it gives you the feeling that it is going to remain forever. And the
feeling is so strong that you cannot doubt it, there is no way to doubt it.
Under that intense, doubtless certainty, you give promises, the beloved gives
promises, not knowing at all that it is a spring breeze. It comes when it
comes, it goes when it goes. It is not within your hands. You cannot capture it
in your fist. You can feel it when your hand is open, its coolness, but the
moment your fist is closed there is no breeze there, there is no coolness
there, no fragrance there.”
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