Chasing Fireflies
The road, to the temples of Mount Hurago, was narrow, slowing climbing
upward and flanked by magnificent trees. Trees, that seemed older, that
seemed to hold tomes of history, within their branches and leaves. These
trees seemed more of everything than the trees of my urban neighborhood. My
eyes were plunged, captivated and caught in the scattered light that found
its way through the thickness. Small pleasing patches of yellow that
illuminated the spirit with the same childish joy of chasing fireflies. I
walked with a new born pace, in the place of centuries of soul seeking
steps. All those, that had come, before me. Each step, was an anticipation,
a discovery of things known and unknown. This is the way, I thought to
myself. This is the way we should learn to live, as if the next step will
open the gates of purpose and direction.
Mount Hurago ~
autumn sun captures
a willing prisoner
Deborah Russell
Baltimore, Maryland Wednesday, August 27, 2003
(Haibun, Reflections on Japan)
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