Yoshinobu’s Reflections
The God Beyond the Intercom
I went to the local shrine to draw a fortune slip,
only to realize I had no hundred-yen coin.
With little choice, I pressed the intercom at the shrine office.
A voice replied, detached yet embracing:
“That can wait until your next visit.”
It struck me then that the deities of the Kojiki,
Japan’s ancient chronicles, were just like this;
uncontrived, carefree, and deeply in tune with reality.
And somehow, it all fell into place.
A World Not Made by Hands
When restlessness sets in, the hand reaches for the phone, and minutes dissolve in empty scrolling.
In moments like these, I turn my gaze to the quiet mystery of forms untouched by human hands.
Where Edges Soften
When the season shifts, and the air gathers differently along the shop-lined street, the line between here and elsewhere softens quietly, almost imperceptibly.
