Saturday, May 10, 2008

Heike Monogatari

The sound of the bell of Gionshoya echoes the impermanence of all things. The hue of the flowers of the teak tree declares that they who flourish must be brought low. Yea, the proud ones are but for a moment, like an evening dream in springtime. The mighty are destroyed at last, they are but as the dust before the wind.

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