by Edi Kiyo Sensei When I was very young, before I knew how little I would ever understand of this vast universe, of life itself, I thought the street lights at night were soft and beautiful. I loved the fuzzy blossom-like headlights of the on- coming traffic, or the red fluffy pom-poms glowing on the tail lights of the cars we were following. When going downtown in…
Tag: impermanence
Common Purple Lilacs
That one spring day when I smelled the sweet fragrance of the common purple lilac,* I became aware of myself in the world and the environment. Before that moment, I have only fuzzy fragments of memories—nursery class at the internment camp at Rohwer, Arkansas; Obon dance music; shaved ice; early morning breakfast in the mess…
A Bright Dawn 