a hermitage of fallen persimmons
it was an unplanned gift, to wander once intuitively into a poet’s home ————— 落柿舎 rakushisha, the hut of fallen persimmons. a hermitage shaped from the earth itself.
clay walls, a thatched roof, a dwelling born of soil and season, still holding the silence of another time. stone tablets i encountered gradually remembering haiku, and ink-brushed poems present inside —————— as bashō once wrote here….
“五月雨や
色紙へぎたる
壁の跡
summer rain —
on the wall, traces remain
of torn poem cards”
tomorrow i return to kyoto. for new moments of beauty, projects, and encounters. i carry inside my heart a love of life of simplicity, being close to the earth, close to words, special residences, a quiet rhythm. places where poems and days fall gently like persimmons in the night.
“persimmons falling —
awakening the wisdom I carry within
poems find their way.”
poetry of architecture,
my ongoing exploration.
sarah jessica marie burns xx
