The Empress fished here long ago.
Here was all she needed.
Here was all she had.
The Empress fished here long ago.
What photo can I take that will show the essence, the beauty, the serenity of this place?
There's not much else to say. We choose instead to experience the charm of the little bird. Together.
In case you missed it: Yoyogi Park, Chapter 1
Her loyal dog, Kuri, right by her side.
Dark blue kimono, hair piled high.
Wearing tiny sandals, carrying a simple pole.
Here she could fish, all alone.
Here was all she needed.
Here was all she had.
Chapter 2
What photo can I take that will show the essence, the beauty, the serenity of this place?
None. There's no one photo that can capture all this place offers me.. To be here, fully present as the meditators say, meandering the paths, listening to the city locked in its prison, thriving in my kingdom of green, that is what I must do. So simple, so difficult.
I give in. I put down the phone. My healing process is well on its way. I am content to do nothing but look and see. The sky, the trees, the branches, the leaves, the bird, the precious little bird.
Nothing is particularly remarkable about this creature. No flash of brilliant color, no enticing song. Merely a precious little bird, perched on a branch close enough to be seen. She dares me to notice her. She dares me to smile at her.
And then she speaks. The little bird speaks.
I am astonished.
And then I realize the bird and I are not alone.
Another woman has also heard the bird speak.
We smile at each other and then at the bird.
We smile at each other and then at the bird.
Silent together, we watch the bird.
The moment passes. We begin to speak. Both here for work, both from very different lands. She is from Myanmar; I am from the US. Both have come here today in search of green and serenity. Both amazed at the miracle of the little bird.
The bird chatters a bit again. We are entranced.
There's not much else to say. We choose instead to experience the charm of the little bird. Together.
This moment feels exquisite. Here, in this green oasis in the center of a city, far away from both of our homes, together, all we can do is take in the moment. With a fellow traveler.
And then the bird flies away, her work done here.
If I hadn’t put down the phone, if the bird hadn't spoken, if we hadn't said hello, this moment of humanity would never have happened.
This is life.
This is life.
In case you missed it: Yoyogi Park, Chapter 1
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