At Tagonoura waves were high. One wet and calm evening I was talking with Lady Saisho. I seem to have a glimpse of you Coming to me through the dark wood, When close over head is Summer's growth of leaves. While I had lived in the country, I had gone to the temple from time to time, but even then I could never pray like others, with a pure heart. The pinewood was dark—the moon was bright, and the soft blowing of the wind made me lonely. There came out from behind the curtain a graceful holy lady in beautiful garments. I remembered with grief my nieces who had lost their mother and had been cared for by me alone, even sleeping at night one on either side of me.
They will surely receive Buddha's favour; we ought also to make up our minds [for the good] without sight-seeing.
Older japanese ladies and their boytoys
Sleeping one night before the Princess, I was awakened by cries and fluttering noises from the waterfowl in the pond. Inside the office of a private security firm in Tokyo are video monitors that take up the entire wall, bisected into 16 boxes showing various camera angles on a nearby business. She kept herself aloof from the vulgar servants, always sitting quietly before us. What I thought rain was the stream rippling below the roots of the trees. The roof, or rather roofs, for there were many buildings, was covered with bark, and, inside, the divisions into rooms were made by different sorts of moving screens. I wish to strengthen my spirit to bring up my child who is still in the germ.