Japanese Landscape

A gust of wanderlust wind. Birds flew far up over the roof of a temple somewhere in Japan. Wandering is in their blood. Faraway lands, sea, adventure. With one flap of wings in the wind, they reach another continent. Temple means security. Silence and prayers, stability and meditation. A temple doesn’t wander. It stands silently. Just its roof, seeing the birds fly away,  bends gently, as if mimicking the flap of wings. Scented candles remind you of faraway places. Will you stay or will you go?

Text: Magdaléna Kubečková