Many Sightings but Little Writings

Various days of travel and excursions have brought our traveler many new sights to her eyes:

In Ishiyama, feeling the textured grey stone

Startling light pouring forth onto the spiritual grounds

Branches stretched upwards beseechingly, practically spilling their color out side of the lines

Bits of moss growing through the cracks in the roofs 

Investigating the crumbled angles together with a friend

(Photo by Professor Thomas)

Tori Gates cleansing spirits as they pass through 

Christening a new life with something that is her own, but others will use more than herself ("Yui")

Streams chiming 

 Paths meandering

Gateways to Distant Worlds

 Voices rising from the past

In Kyoto, the ancient capital, the Aoi Matsuri draws out the crowds

Ashitaka rides forth, head high and on the alert

 Children excitedly beg to be picked up so they can see ("Mitai! Mitai!")

 Ducks laze about the river

 As passersby take a short respite on the banks

 Even on the larger river, that clearly dazzles in the high sun

800+ yr old Campher trees keeping secret their magic forest friends

 Void of sound, yet brilliantly expressing their wisdom to those who listen

Willing to pass through the door

Climbing over any obstacles in the way

 Sharing with her companions the simple things

 And having a soundtrack for everything