While I was thinking about this exhibition, the image
of scattering petals from the Buddhist ceremony suddenly
came to my mind. I’m not sure of the reason.
Maybe it was because of the scenery just after the
cherry blossoms fall.
Perhaps it was also because of my wish to wipe away the
cancer of my intimate friend at that time.
At the Buddhist ceremony, even though I do not know
the meaning of the sutras,
I still feel a kind of beauty from watching the priests
scatter the petal-shaped paper chips with the drawing
of Buddha or flowers on them. It is the beauty of uncertainty.
It reminds me of the cherry trees. They stand the long
cold, lonely winter and then all at once, their blossoms
bloom and soon fall.
For the big old cherry tree at my temple, the petals
of the blossoms are merely a tiny part of its entirety.
The falling of the petals is a momentary event in the
life of the tree. It can be a sign of parting, but
it can also be that of making a fresh start.
In the long history of the earth, we ourselves are
like those tiny petals.
We feel both uncertainty and eternity in our momentary
Always, we are being reborn on this earth.
Priests scatter the petals,and our
lives are purified and reborn.