asagiri no miko

The sound of the Gion Shōja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; 

the colour of the sāla flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. 

The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; 

the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind.

The Tale of the Heike; 12th century, Japan.

West of the Blue Mountains, Oz; winter 2013