Schweizer
Colour & Illusion
Be here now.
2024 December ◬ 34.9946604, 135.7850466
I stand on the ancient timber of the high stage.
Inhaling the first of the air warmed by the rising sun.
Below me is filled with an impossible, quiet red.
A soft sea of maples catching the rays of the autumn rays.
It is searing beauty.
The old stories say the monks planted this forest not to last.
To teach us the hard grace of mujō.
Of letting go.
You look at that brilliant canopy and you want to freeze the moment.
Keep this scene forever.
Quietly, wind slips down from the forested hills.
A few drips of scarlet rain down into the silvery creek bed.
The leaves don't fight.
They simply let go.
The moments pass.
