KEIKO KOMA net

27 Apr. 2011

Cherry blossom

Under a big cherry blossom tree I looked up at the sky.
I felt the presence of an aroma of my mother.
My heart was greatly moved.
Tears came up endlessly
Out of joy to have met my mother again.
And then I thought about my mother
Who has passed away from this world.
While I was weeping she started to talk to me
As if she were there.
Winds waved petals of cherry blossom.
I was embraced by its gentle warmth.

The sadness and joy of Japanese women
who lived in ancient times but had never been able to express them
Were carried by an aroma and brought to me.
The large sky was dyed in the color of cherry blossom.
I was moved by their life, and shed tears of sadness.
I realized that they came to see me.
The petals of cherry blossom and wind in the color of cherry blossom
Have indeed delivered to me their heart and voices.
Under a big cherry blossom tree,
I reckoned about my life.
These trees have always been with human beings.
Wonderful flowers.
Young buds of trees were brilliantly shining
Like purifying streaming water.
Now I was vigorously heading for tomorrow.
Our life was unified.
I could hear her story by heart.
I was embraced by a beautiful but sad aroma.
I would never forget that precious moment when
I was visited by the spring wind at night.