Sunny and sometimes cloudy
Cold in the morning and sweaty in the afternoon, a day with four seasons in one day.
In the midst of the changing seasons, Matsuo Basho was looking for something that will always remain the same, something of “unchangeable value”.
Autumn seems to be the best season to find it.
Perhaps it is the dreariness and loneliness of autumn that makes me feel this way.
Things withering away, things coming to an end…walking through the season like that, I can’t help but feel that autumn is the best season to find them.
I stare at the trees that are turning into autumn leaves.
Among the five senses, the sense of sight is said to be the only one that is more acute in old people than in children.
It is said that as one gains experience, one’s sense of sight becomes more sensitive to the depth of beauty in front of one’s eyes.
Therefore, I am sure that old people are able to appreciate the depth of haiku and tanka poems more.
Aging is often painful, but it is also a relief to know that there is such beauty. I wonder what kind of scenery I will be able to see and what kind of “songs” I will be able to compose when I am 100 years old. And what kind of “sincerity” will I be able to feel?
I am simply looking forward to it.
In the clear autumn sky, I reflect on my heart.
My heart is either a leaf or a trunk
