What do I know of Gods and Buddhas? Iâd be all too happy to call down heavenâs punishment, that this body, this snow that is my namesake, would melt in the morning sun into the waters of love! Crush my flesh and bones to dust, tear me limb from limb, spill my blood on my beloved! Even if my burning spirit became the faintest spark of a firefly, dâyou think I wouldnât fly to [my beloved]?
Izumi KyÅka, Demond Pond


















