Thursday, October 15, 2009

Flower petals in the wind.

At the end of another busy day, I went to Kazahana in the Shinjuku district. Kazahana is a legendary literary bar. "Kazahana" ("flower petals in the wind") is the poetic Japanese word for snowflakes.

I did not intend to stay for long, but simply had to drop by, psychologically needing the sojourn.

Earlier, I was meeting with the novelist Makoto Shiina. Mr. Shiina is one of Japan's great weapons of the literary genre. After Mr. Shiina left, I felt rather lonely, and was naturally drawn to my favorite hanging-out place. I was with an editor and a freelance writer.

On the day, I still had several things to do. The ongoing rain occasionally became strong. The sound of drops falling was a testimony of the nuisance once outside. Listening to the sound, we became gradually uneasy.

How many ups and downs of emotion one encounters during the course of a day. Science does not tell you still.

I know from experience that when you're down, with perseverance, things would eventually improve, the clouds in the mind clearing.

Earlier, I was weeping spiritually, inside. Before long, the tears froze to become snowflakes. The snowflakes then danced in the invisible air.

Snow is the materialization of love that penetrates all life. We must observe the dynamics within, while falling, rising, and then falling again, like dancing flower petals in the wind.


(ma)gog said...

I heard from my daughter that it snowed in Munich in the late afternoon today. Snow in October! It has suddenly become so cold where I live as well, as if the God has taken the gentle autumn away from us for ever... But if the snow is the materialization of love, then I wouldn't mind this bitte coldness, and would just pray to Him to let the snowflakes fall in the wind on to us, as many as possible.

moomin0sun said...

The last sentence is cool and gentle. I felt so.
Your phrases sound.

Anonymous said...

How beautiful !

Anonymous said...

Ups and downs of emotion is like leaves of tea in a pot.
When you make black tea, you pour violently boiling water into a pot. The leaves dance up and down in the water, rising and then falling slowly("jumping" is the nack to make tea).
When the leaves calm, you have a cup of good tea.
Have a nice tea time!

Petrusa de Koker said...

Sjoe! (Afrikaans)
Eish! (Xhosa/Zulu)
Wow! (English)

Incredibly beautiful blog-entry.

lumiere said...

Mogi sensei,

Pangs will shine golden as time goes by.
I would like to believe it.
And we still have 'the ambulance'.

I'm most greatful to you that you write beautiful and stunning words whenever.
Your words are like as pure as morning dew or gold, as you are.