July 16, 2018
The rainy season has taken wing at last and the summer is getting closer to its height steadily.
In the dazzling sun, by gradual dehydration, Ajisai flowers are metamorphosed into their last figures and colors before fading.
Their half-dried sepals are modestly dyed in the remaining colors of rainwater.
The ever-changing splendor of these flowers permeates the depth of my mind and makes me realize the fleetingness of living things in the swiftly flowing stream of seasons.
In the basin placed in front of the gate to the Shari-den (reliquary hall), two yellow flowers of water-lily are secretly blooming like tiny twin sisters.
They are listening closely to the silent voice of mercy pouring out from the small sacred shrine of this reliquary hall.