Tears

When I want to see tears
I sit down and watch the children's
television programme.
In the cartoons of famous fairy tales
the world is excessively beautiful,
and when the well-behaved children
grow sad,
transparent tears like azure glass
swell larger and larger
then roll down
like strange skeins of silk.

There I sense
what the dew drops are like
in the flowers in the kingdom of heaven,
as they tremble in the breeze.
My own heart grows clear,
and once again the world
becomes a place I treasure immensely.