Egg and Banana
Lunch has been simple lately.
A boiled egg and a banana.
Something about the egg draws the eye.
Its surface, its shadows.
Almost without thinking, it ends up in a photograph.
A quiet realization
No ornament, no excess.
Instruments hold only what is needed, guided by hand.
A Trace
Perfection glows. Then disappears.
What stays is quieter.
A shape, slightly unusual.
A feeling, not easy to name.
It is there that beauty rests.
Not obvious. Not loud.
But lasting.
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.