Visit the Mottainai (What a...
Visit the Mottainai (What a Waste!) Museum (tel 27-4100). This is a tiny museum tucked away in Suminoe 1-7-25. If you catch a bus from the station to Sumiyoshi Shrine, it's very near here. Stand in front of the shrine (Route 5) and look towards the sea. Cross the road and head straight towards the sea. Take the first left and walk just over half way down. It should be on your right. This family display a lot of items from days of old, and show how they recycled a lot of unwanted things. They will also serve you a cup of maccha (green tea) and a sweet cake. And for foreigners with ID it's free entry!!! They are closed over winter however, from November through to April, and they are closed on Sundays. 10.00am - 17.00pm other days. Try to find the hidden lock...
The different mood of Kiroro
"Frozen Glass Rain"
Shattering the enamel
Heaven crashes below
The weary breaks through the glass eyes
Like fresh new fallen snow
Withering away from the bitter
Heaps of ice clinging to my skin
To conquer the dark woody forest
To lash out every sin
Rise above the horizon
Into the sky so black
Keep running with your fear
And never look back
The glass will break to pieces
Huddled on the window pane
I'll just stay forever frozen
Frozen, like the rain
savoring the beauty
of freshly fallen snow
cast at the peak of sunset
in winter's evening glow
as icicles hang like daggers
the snow heavy on the trees
drops to the ground for being nudged
by a gentle passing breeze
and as the winds of evening wake
to cast the snow again
and whip it into handsome drifts
to a winter phases end
I like the colorless scene where the clear moon shines upon the snow, which scene pierces me so deeply that I could imagine as far as the world which is beyond this world, and I feel as if I were at the boundaries, the acme of a human perception.
Through four seasons, Maples seem to be the existence that show us or make us realize the beautiful changes, such as new green, real green, bright yellow, brilliant red colors, moreover the colorless and the emptiness.
"Forest of Darkness"
Two paths met under a deep pine tree canopy,
And where the moss thrived was erosion
And east no moss survived
There being much moss I lost my footing
So I took the one path not used
I doubted If I was going the right way
A finch bird glided past me
He flew to the other path,
and let his instinct guide him away
As he flew he was determined of himself,
opening his wings in full might
and sure not to let anything stop him
A roar of thunder was heard through the woods,
but no sound besides that of the roar was heard.
There was only darkness in the frozen forest.
The forest was deep yet filled with awe,
Not one sound of life besides that of the bird.
It seemed the forest was left empty and lifeless.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
The snow is falling softly as it lands upon the ground,
The night is very quiet and I cannot hear a sound.
I stand and look at all the flakes so big and fluffy now,
The silence is so eerie as my mind keeps thinking how?
I love to watch the snowflakes fall, it's still a mystery,
The way they float down to the earth and cover all I see.
One little snowflake at a time as they accumulate,
Amazes me when joined together what they all create.
It seems that life is like a blanket of the fallen snow,
Accumulated through the years, to make life as we know.
Friends and loved ones came to us as with the pretty flakes,
One at a time, each beautiful, to mold our lives and fates.
Our life is built like falling snow and soon the picture's done,
And as the snowflakes touch our lives we must enjoy each one.
Don't wait until the snowflakes melt with nothing left but lawn,
Enjoy the snow and scene of life, today before it's gone.
by James A. Kisner
"The Frozen Cathedral"
Settling softly, the flake of snow
Rejoins its mates on the forest floor,
Moon-dust twinkling in silvery glow.
Umbilical beams from the matral moon
Nourish her spawn, while godfather stars
Approvingly wink to an unheard tune.
Intricate branches, covered in white,
Arches and sculptures of infinite grace,
Transform the glen, a miraculous sight.
Argent light through silent trees
Emblazons the scene like a chandelier,
As crystal pendants drip and freeze.
This icy cathedral, with altar of snow,
With stars in the vaults, with ceiling of sky,
Though humbling to view, inspires us to grow.
by David L Brungart - © Copyright
"That moment of Freedom"
Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened & the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there.
Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom