VOICE
dedicated to the late Mr. James Greig
The silent Voice I heard
on a summer day very hot
The Voice passed through me
Like a water stream
Something unusual
Was there
Something visible
but invisible at the same time
Something tangible
but intangible at the same time
In quest of the Voice
My Way begins
One time it turns into a tree
One day it becomes fire
It is here
and there at once
On the Way
The Voice calls me to stop and listen
On awakening
Into my Life I find It poured
Like a memory of a distant day
Mr. Jame Greig was a New Zealand potter artist; one of the few foreign artists whose pottery is highly appreciated in Japan. He died in
Kyoto on 25 September, 1986. The day fell on the very day when his first exhibition in Kyoto started. The poet made this piece on 28
September, and read it himself at the funeral service.
dedicated to the late Mr. James Greig
The silent Voice I heard
on a summer day very hot
The Voice passed through me
Like a water stream
Something unusual
Was there
Something visible
but invisible at the same time
Something tangible
but intangible at the same time
In quest of the Voice
My Way begins
One time it turns into a tree
One day it becomes fire
It is here
and there at once
On the Way
The Voice calls me to stop and listen
On awakening
Into my Life I find It poured
Like a memory of a distant day
Mr. Jame Greig was a New Zealand potter artist; one of the few foreign artists whose pottery is highly appreciated in Japan. He died in
Kyoto on 25 September, 1986. The day fell on the very day when his first exhibition in Kyoto started. The poet made this piece on 28
September, and read it himself at the funeral service.
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