Omiya Bonsai Village

Apart from the Tokyo Fish Market, the other interesting place I wanted to see in Tokyo was Omiya Bonsai Village.

At that time I did not have such a good camera, but still captured some of the adventure on film.

My friend knew a relatively quick way, but decided that my old Fodor’s instructions gave a more interesting route.

We had an adventure getting there, passing a neighbourhood Diamaru and in contrast to the facades of the city streets.

Neighbourhood Daimaru shop – Tokyo

…looked down the alleyways just around the corner… where, like in any city - there was another side to see.

Alleyway beside shops – Tokyo

We passed houses along the river between the fish and general markets.

Riverside houses – Tokyo

In the subway, a railway worker had an Ikebana flower arrangement beautifully created under the subway map.

On the wall above was a poster warning to beware of wolves on the train – using the Western story of Little Red Riding Hood as the analogy.

At the time it was fashionable to use western stories in this way, but there was an outcry by foreigners when The Last Supper was allegorised, with all sorts of lost property piled up on the table in front of the outstretched hands of Jesus.

Roughly translated, the poster said not to expect the Lord to look after your personal goods and not to leave them on the train.

Ikebana and Little Red Riding Hood Poster -Tokyo Subway

At the railway station I wondered how anyone knew which bike was theirs when they returned home from work.

Bicycles by railway station – Tokyo

But on crossing over the line there were even more bikes on the other side.

Bicycles parked beside station – Tokyo

On the outskirts of Tokyo there were some lovely detached houses…

Suburban house – Tokyo outskirts

…and we passed a giggling group of girls in traditional Kimonos, their wooden Geta (platform sandals worn over Tabi or socks with a split for the toe – my first pair was in red velvet given by my father when I was 8 years old) clattering on the roadway as they hurried past.

Girls in kimonos on suburban street – Tokyo

Despite my Fodor’s guide, we had walked ourselves into a muddle and my friend had to ask some policemen for direction.

One held a well-cared-for police bicycle that was so old, that written along the diagonal bar was the phrase: “Finest precision mechanism”.

As it was not quite Spring, there were not many people about when we finally arrived at Omiya Bonsai Village.

Garden entrance - Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

Here, even the houses seemed to be framed by bonsai shapes.

House framed by gnarled pines-  Omiya Bonsai Village – Tokyo

The signs were not much use to me, but I was fascinated with the care and thoroughness with which delicate trees had their branches bound to protect them from the winter cold.

Garden sign and winter tree binding - Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

There is a Zen saying:

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the masters;

seek what they sought

I tried to bear it in mind as I ventured forth.

There were benches and stands with individual trees…

Bonsai trees-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

…and behind them the larger garden trees protectively bound against the frost.

Bonsai and bound tree branches-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

Even the garden taps had been wrapped for the winter, this one under a little haystack all of its own.

Straw covered garden tap-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

There are said to be many thousand bonsai in residence here and it is a big attraction for bonsai enthusiasts from around the world.

I had been told it was a sort of intensive care unit for smog-bound Tokyo Bonsai plants and their owners often brought them here to be restored and to convalesce.

In addition to the single bonsai trees, there are small forests of conifers both outside…

Bonsai conifer forest outside-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

…and inside, this one was carefully arranged beneath the Kanji script and bamboo and rice paper screen.

Bonsai conifer forest inside-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

Bonsai Masters understand that each tree is not like the next – but has a personality of its own.

The art of the Bonsai practitioner is to make an ethereal connection to the spirit and character of each tree, and to each tree in a different way at each level of maturity.

I think it is a serene art that has a good analogy to what we should seek in life with each individual.

I remember the story of my grandmother hearing other mothers being harshly critical of a boy in the neighbourhood. She listened to their moralising and then quietly said:

"Ladies, I think we must be careful about making judgements of the young, for we all have sons – and their race is not yet run".

She could have been a Bonsai Master, for she understood the truth that we all change with maturity. Those close to us will accept those changes and understand that not all will be beautiful, but believe in the rightness of the eventual outcome.

Still seeking what the Masters sought in their art, I wandered further into the village. There were hundreds of small trees.

Omiya Bonsai Village Tokyo -Flowering bonsai

Some were growing on stones, clinging to the side of moss covered rock.

These rocks or Suiseki stone are what the Chinese would call a Scholar’s stone -gōngshí,– a stone that has a semblance to something physical – like a person, an animal or a mountain.

The word Suiseki itself is a composite of Sui meaning “water”, and seki, meaning “stone” – reflecting the basis of what most usually forms the stones into interesting shapes.

Here is one example:

Omiya Bonsai Village Tokyo – Bonsai on Suiseki

Bonsai is often said to be “Heaven and earth in one container” and an underlying belief for success is that one must have three basic virtues: shin, zen and bi - truth, goodness and beauty.

The off-centre placement of trees in their containers reflects respect for the centre point which is where heaven and earth meet – a place that should be left free. It also gives pleasing visual asymmetry, just as the triangular frame of the whole gives balance.

This triangular frame also reflects the relationship of the deity (or life-giving universal principle), the tree itself and its artist. This holds true even for small forests like this one of silver birch, waiting for spring.

Bonsai silver birch forest-Omiya Bonsai Village-Tokyo

Bonsai is a relationship. On one side is the tree and the earth in which it is planted – and on the other, the person who works with its nature to artistically form and shape it.

In Bonsai, as in life, there is no finished product.

As James A Froude said:

You cannot dream yourself into a character –

you must hammer and forge yourself into one.

Like Bonsai, character building is one of the few places where form does not follow function – it emerges – a direct result of how you respond to the things that shape you

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