In today's installment, I talk about the singular moment that defined my first trip to Japan. Here is the poem I mention in the video:
Wind blows gently through her hair, her eyes unseeing, blind to all the beauty around
her. In my heart I ask, "Why do you ignore the crying cicadas, the
chirping birds, and the dazzling rays of sun." What darkness has
covered your eyes that even nature's warmth cannot heal? I feel your
heart bleeding, as does mine…