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.
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.
