If You Aren't The Woman

By The Time We Arrived, As Evening Was Approaching, I Felt As Sore As A Rock Must Feel When The Waterfall Has Pounded On It All Day Long.

Now I Know That Our World Is No More Permanent Than A Wave Rising On The Ocean. Whatever Our Struggles And Triumphs, However We May Suffer Them, All Too Soon They Bleed Into A Wash, Just Like Watery Ink On Paper.

In The Instant Before The Door Opened, I Could Almost Sense My Life Expanding Just Like A River Whose Waters Have Begun To Swell; For I Had Never Before Taken Such A Drastic Step To Change The Course Of My Own Future. I Was Like A Child Tiptoeing Along A Precipice Overlooking The Sea. And Yet Somehow I Hadn't Imagined A Great Wave Might Come And Strike Me There, And Wash Everything Away.

We Lead Our Lives Like Water Flowing Down A Hill, Going More Or Less In One Direction Until We Splash Into Something That Forces Us To Find A New Course.

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.