KEIKO KOMA net

14 Apr. 2012

The sea of Japan

I looked at the sea of Japan and rain drops.
I became surrounded with a nostalgic aroma of my homeland
That seemed to come from over the sea.
Generations after generations people looked towards their home.
Now,
The aroma has reached me.
Surprisingly and automatically I said I loved my homeland.
I had put this word deep into my oblivion and kept it secret.
My voice trembled and I shed tears.
Tear drops were springing out from the depth of my heart.
I realized a long period of time, a history of sadness
And the magnitude of people’s heavy grievances.
Now,
I could speak out and talk about my most cherished homeland.
The command from Katayamazu bay was doubled with a light-scape
Seen by ancient people’s souls.
My tear drops joined the rain and the view over the remote sea became hazy.
The internal voice of my life has indeed received the aroma of our homeland.
An authentic spring has come in my heart.
Though still on the air, many new excitements were born.
Tear drops of sadness have been transformed into something new,
In an authentic spring.