KEIKO KOMA net

3 Jan. 2012

Dance of falling leaves

Roads were covered with fallen leaves of trees in this season towards the end of a year and I thought back what happened this year as I envisioned a light-scape in this scene while since in my teens I used to create poems about falling leaves and expressed the sadness and vanity of my life. However since in the year 2006, after having visited Mt. Gojo in autumn, I realized that autumn was not a season of sadness but happiness as I came to acknowledge for the first time in my life that beneath falling leaves of trees new lives were born and life in nature was full of joy. This year, autumn was full of hope to live on. Fallen leaves of trees made me realize dynamic energies to prepare for a new season that was an authentic spring for life. As I walked along Omotesandou, trees by the street were decorated with illumination and leaves of trees were falling down blown by winds. Eventually they flew up in the air in a circular movement. They seemed to go for Heaven. I marveled at the beautiful dance of leaves of trees, clapped my hands and raised my voice of cheers. Passengers-by stopped walking, were also watching this, had forgotten cold air, and appreciated all together this unexpected marvelous show made by nature that made our heart filled with warmth. I was grateful to the dance that made me feel that our future would be brilliant and full of hope. As soon as I said thank you, they had fallen on the ground all at once. It was an event that happened within a moment, however this was perpetuated within a mind forever as I said “dance of falling leaves” many times with a full smile.