| Listening… To the self To the surroundings To the nature To the universe… Inside and outside Outside is Inside Inside is Outside I hear the sound of a wind chime in front of me, in the kitchen, I listen to the sound of the memory inside me-- The memory of the place, The place where I found this wind chime. The sound takes me to the sacred place. In the dawn, the sun is still on the horizon, between day and night-- the quiet air, the clear hour The moment of stepping out of the train station, the wind carries the sound of the chime, resonating through the town. The sound seems to be welcoming us. I see, the shape of the gate, and the path toward the sacred place. I see, the mountains and the rivers… trees and stones… lights between branches, and moving clouds… I smell trees, leaves, water… And winds. After the sun rises, time passes by, expanding the energy of people - People from many places. I feel the energy of the town. I Am There. The sound of the wind chime. The Sound of Ise. |    |
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