When I arrived in August, Moriya city was a big room of dancing green carpet.
The rectangular pattern of the rice fields laid precisely in rows. They danced with day and night winds.
Golden colour started to blend with green slowly until golden took over the whole land.
Moriya city turned into a big room of dancing golden carpet.
When it dried, the golden grains were harvested.
The straw that was left on the land made a new horizontal pattern.
There was almost no colour at all.
There was almost no movement at all.
It was like a tranquil shrine.
It was like a room with Tatami mats, just like in every Japanese house.
Moriya became a big “Tatami Room”.
I entered the room.
I walked around.
Tried to find a way to blend with the landscape.
I sat down. I bowed.
Can I become a stone in this field? |