I had never enjoyed reading poetry..there were always too many hidden layers , but while making an effort to study my mentor’s writings..and some of it came to me in the form of poems(sigh!)…i believe I somewhere cracked the code.
I read the poem ‘Moon Over the Ruined Castle’ (Koojoo no tsuki, 1901), composed by Rentaro Taki, about 2 years ago.
“Today, the midnight moon is over the ruined castle.
An unchanged light. For whom is it shining?
Whatever is left of the castle’s fence, only a vine clings upon.
And the only singing left to the pines is the mourning winds.”
These lines stayed with me for a long time. It would be a few months before I could interpret them visually…and in the way I wanted to. Sitting at my workbench after a gap of 10 years, this series would be challenging to conceive and execute.
The poem left me feeling sullen and sad . With heaviness in my heart… on the face of it…the ‘glories and successes’ of war: it really is the way of the world today… I read the poem again and again. Yet the very basis of our moral fabric was woven with the lofty threads of peace…so I was told and so I was taught. Did a line ever divide the truth from the lie…was the Devil any different from the Buddha?
I had once determined to create value with my work. I would make pieces that gave hope and spoke of strength. It was time to refresh that determination and maybe then the answers too would come.
I decided to change the ‘unchanging light’. Night would become starry night, the sun would shine through the clouds ’til it finally and gloriously emerged over the ruined castle; the glories and successes of the human spirit. There would be no war but a revolution.
in a reflected light,
the distant stars
a crumbling downfall
a life lived gloriously?
disbelief in my heart-
its a cloudy day,
the sun emerges-
the glorious victor