27 August 2012

Gathering of poems for life

As I went up to the second floor of the Koma gallery Café at Yasaka, Kyoto, I could see a magnificent view of the Yasaka tower that was surrounded by green trees and its beauty always encouraged my life. In a sunset of a summer day, today I held a monthly gathering of poems and each participant took a seat on the floor and listened to my daily poems. As I narrated one I felt that souls of people that joined us orchestrated my narration. A serene and pleasant moment had passed. It felt as if it went back to an ancient time or traveled into a future. I speculated about the meaning of time and now while I acknowledged that everything was real and souls of people who lived in the past were talking to me. To live a life together with numerous souls of people was indeed a very happy one. Then each participating person narrated an own poem in turn and as I attentively listened to one, I knew that delicious coffee and special sweets handmade by Mr. Idaki Shin were waiting for us downstairs, where there was a large table made of one natural tree that allowed us to sit around it, appreciate them specially and talk to each other. Today’s sweet suited very well a night in summer that looked at once traditional and futuristic. People living a remote future would take it as a popular beautiful sweet. As soon as I put it in my mouth I became filled with a feeling of happiness that I could not fully express in words. I said within my heart that I was truly happy with this, and I nodded by myself. Then the coffee specially served by Mr. Idaki Shin with a cup expressing a deep forest that was also created by him was black but looked transparent and rich in aroma. I recalled a story that in ancient times a high Islamic monk named coffee as a sacred black water that had special power like water of a holy place. Like this in a summer night filled with an aroma of ancient times the coffee and sweets made by Mr. Idaki Shin were exquisitely matched and in harmony with each other. I did not know how to say that I was happy and had one bite after another till the plate became empty. This was a beautiful moment of my life and I thanked him and everybody from the bottom of my heart as we could share a wonderful time once a month under the Yasaka tower and create poems of souls over beautiful coffee and sweets. My gratitude fully echoed my own heart. A wind coming down from the Yasaka tower was full of vigor to build a new country and I realized that in ancient times everybody had worked very hard under a hot sunny sky, a lot of sweat and mud of earth. In any human era, people endeavored to create a new file for them to live on. Under the Yasaka tower and its wind we would start building a new world that had not happened in human history in the past that was that every person would live a brilliantly shining life.