Van Gogh, Sorrow, 1882 Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing. When sorrow comes, its bitterness soaks everything. The sages say that life is illusion, but does that change its poignancy? Let us be sad; it is feeling that makes us human. If we gain … Continue reading Sorrow (repost from 2005, with some updates)