By day, a retainer.
By night, small, bird-like meals in a ghostly sake' house.
Ancient verses flutter across eyes
like Shinto prayer flags tied to swaying branches in the mountains.
Confucian verses stiffen the spine.
Pure Land verses open the heart-mind.
And to think:
at 6 years of age
all because Ian Fleming
re-acquainted a child
with the architecture
of ancient Japan.
(c) 2017 / Saizan Owen / Pure Land Poetry
To learn more about the ambient sound paintings of Chihei Hatakeyama, visit Chihei.