Silver Ring
Do not go out searching.
Perhaps everything is already here.
Is it only because you wish to look away
that you keep going, no matter how far?
As if to reveal yourself,
you cross the shallows
along a shoreline drawn by someone else.
With a new kind of ease, slowly,
will you go beyond the line?
A star deep in your eyes.
The wind when you take off your jacket.
Red brushed onto a smile.
White, softly touched.
Silver, shining.
If you are going to travel, go deep into now.
Do not flee toward the future.
Everything we look at, here and now,
without turning away, simply together.
One step, carrying a heavy load.
Moving inward, coming to know color.
Let us embrace as proof of courage.
If we are to shine,
let it be from deep within our own eyes,
it sang, and passed on its light.
A silver ring.
- Reply to March in Honolulu,
from Kuramae
