Shinto


Shinto

When sorrow lays us low

for a second we are saved

by humble windfalls

of the mindfulness or memory:

the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,

that face given back to us by a dream,

the first jasmine of November,

the endless yearning of the compass,

a book we thought was lost,

the throb of a hexameter,

the slight key that opens a house to us,

the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,

the former name of a street,

the colors of a map,

an unforeseen etymology,

the smoothness of a filed fingernail,

the date we were looking for,

the twelve dark bell-strokes tolling as we count,

a sudden physical pain.

 

Eight million Shinto deities

travel secretly throughout the earth.

Those modest gods touch us–

touch us and move on.

 

~ Jorge Luis Borges

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