today in Kyoto, Japan
An ancient glacier plants
Reeds growing out of ancient glacier.
Wild growth rising out of waters surface.
They are inviting me.
The edges length stretches about one and a half
There is a small island floating in the middle of Midoroga ike
Spring comes to the island floating the waters
essence, sings to the sky.
the medical herb has
been growing there for thirty million years.
Its spirit is moving up to the sky like brilliant
The fossilized sea of Mitsugashiwa was
discovered in West Siberia.
It is thirty million years old.
The low mountains surrounding the glacier pond
protect it with great
reverence and are its faithful companions.
Had someone been in the past and thrown them into the
This foreign fish
medical herb that heals stomach problems,
has been need as a cure
from ancient times
where people have visited
the pond every spring to harvest.
The Japanese island of the Northern hemisphere
The northern area of Kyoto
The cold water of Midoroga ike has remained the same
Even if the unsuitable fish establish themselves
That flower will continue growing gracefully even May
Under the floating island the herb grows naturally in
the peat foundations
This is a strange phenomena
for this temporal zone
The pond has continued keeping its constant
Blossoming bush clover is all around
The wind to the lake
From the shining surface of the lake to Ishiyama Temple
It brings an ancient sound from the bottom of the
This sacred place where Murasakishikibu
A little doorway facing east to a place of dreams
To begin breaking wood, the silence of the white wall
Until she began to write “Tale of Genji”
How she moved her knowing eyes
On autumn nights she would listen to the insects chorus, then go outside
She would think to write or not
To see the rising moon about man’s evil passions
And their deepest thoughts, she would think again
and improve with a
In Ishiyama Temple, her
This Heian building holds
the most important things
In such a temple treasure, Murasakishikibu
The days of thousand years ago
Within her reach, the days of writing and thinking of
She knew these were her last days which saddened the
evening of her life
On that raining night, from painful thoughts
She made a celebration of those Heian
days and she endured
She wrote that someday she would be gone from this
Knowing this, I play my harp hard for the remainder of