KEIKO KOMA net

26 Apl  2009

Feverish like a fire

I loved the early spring as it was full of fresh brilliant green . Today at the Reika salon space, its wooden interior warmly embraced me as we held a gathering of poems. From sometime ago I started to narrate poems about my mind-scapes before my volunteer staff and they have always predicted the future. When I read them aloud I was filled with vigor and I could envision my next mission. I bought Manyoshu, recommended at the lecture given by Mr. Idaki Shin, a selection of ancient Japanese poems, and also read them aloud. I have discovered that each poem has touched the depth of my heart as they seemed to tell me about a remote past associated with my ancestors that I have tried to recall in vain. I acknowledged from a story about Norinaga Motoori that in ancient times in Japan there were no rules as nobody dared to do bad things. Human beings have been molded by such numerous rules and masks that Mr. Idaki Shin was about to take away all of them. It was time to discover the richness of one’s internality that was connected with eternal energy of the universe. I have envisioned within my life a torch of fire that kept on burning to change our society. I recalled that I started to pray to change the entire world from the age of ten. Nothing was more encouraging as realizing a way of life unified with the energy of the universe.