Hot Springs of Sadanga
Clouds glow in the full moon's light
cool wind from east smells of rice wine
steaming water awaits the bathers:
who will come out first from the mountain village?
Sadanga is one of the highland municipalities in Mt. Province, north of the Philippines. Sometime in 1998, we held a peace workshop there. The hot springs is one of its attractions. There's a common bath for men, and another for women.
posted by roh mih at 5:57 PM
3 Comments:
Hello Roh Mih,
I found your blog using the keyword 'walk'. But Haiku is our shared interest. In April I will go to Japan to walk with my wife, and no doubt we will enjoy hot springs such as those that you describe.
Hi, hadashi! Thanks for visiting. I tried to post this comment in your blog:
I like the idea of walking barefoot! it evokes a sense of serenity.
I've only tried long walking-- or more accurately mountain hiking-- only once, and that was years back. Walking is enjoyable really, especially in the countryside. But in a city like Manila, with so much pollution, walking is almost suicide!
i always marvel at the life that awakens with your words about such simple things.
in Land, by Pak Kyong-Ni, who is Korean, one of the things that happens is that more than things essential to the plot are noticed and described. this would be "corrected" in a western writing class, generally, but i love it. two characters are talking and a dog named Bongsi pulls his nose from a dish of burned rice and barks, then goes back to eating. two men are working and a young girl places food and water out for them and walks away, flapping her hands to deter the dragonfly that is pestering her face, which then flies around to her hair. you never see girl or dragonfly again and neither man has noticed this interaction between her and the insect, but it is scenes like this that bring the whole mountain village to life, as your little poems do, scene by scene.
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