Yuramoji — Beyond Words
Hiragana— once dressed in the robes of kanji—
shed its forms, again and again.
When all excess had fallen away,
and only the essence remained,
what rose to the surface was—
a single, soft, glowing thread.
Like a particle, infinitesimally small,
yet holding infinite potential.
The moment the brush touches the page,
it shivers like a wave, echoing outward,
gently weaving what will become words.
This is Yuramoji.
It is the light of the true heart,
shining from a place deeper than words—
before language is born.
Like water plants, swaying unnoticed
in the clear current of a mountain stream.