Water through fingers,
time through closed hands,
a thought once begun —
these cannot be stopped.
The spear knows only forward.
It does not ask permission
of the air it parts.
Silence cannot be pierced.
Grief cannot be entered
from outside.
The moment before dawn
holds everything still —
an immovable wall of almost-light.
矛盾の問い
Sit with the contradiction.
Let it steep.