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風は強く
海は荒れていた
それでも岩は
静かに立っていた
The wind grew fierce.
The sea became rough.
Yet the stone
remained standing in silence.
曇る鏡にも
空は映っていた
受け入れることから
真実は始まる
Even in a clouded mirror
the sky was reflected.
Truth begins
by receiving what is there.
霧の向こうから
風が名を呼ぶ
まだ見ぬ道が
静かに招いていた
From beyond the mist
the wind called a name.
An unseen path
quietly beckoned.
草の中に
新しい道が現れる
最初の一歩が
世界を開く
A new path
appeared among the grass.
The first step
opened the world.
広がる波紋は
音の名残
触れた一瞬が
水面に生きている
The widening ripples
were the echo of a sound.
A single touch
still lived upon the water.
鐘が鳴り
霧が揺れる
一度の響きが
遠くまで届く
The bell rang.
The mist trembled.
One resonance
traveled far away.
岸辺につながれた舟
急がぬことも
旅の一部だった
The boat remained tied
along the shore.
Not hurrying
was also part of the journey.
古い手紙が
川へ流れてゆく
離すことで
軽くなるものもある
An old letter
drifted downriver.
Some things
grow lighter when released.
小さな玩具だけが
道に残った
霧は何も語らず
ただ静かだった
Only a small toy
remained upon the path.
The mist explained nothing.
It was simply silent.
小さな花を
そっと摘み取る
選ぶことは
失うことでもある
A small flower
was gently plucked.
To choose
is also to leave behind.
雲の上へ
続く石段
登る者だけが
景色を知る
Stone steps
rose into the clouds.
Only those who climb
see the view.
指は遠くを示す
だが歩くのは
自分自身だった
The finger pointed far away.
Yet the walking
was my own.
小さな灯を
両手で守る
大切なものは
力より優しさで残る
A small flame
was protected by two hands.
What matters most
survives through gentleness.
扉の下に
光が差し込む
何かが
近づいていた
Light slipped
beneath the door.
Something
was drawing near.
結ばれた結び目
散らばるものを
一つにした
A tied knot.
It gathered
what had been scattered.
筆は空を切り
墨は紙へ降りる
動きの中に
意志が宿る
The brush cut through empty space.
Ink descended onto paper.
Within movement
dwelt intention.
断片を見つめ
静かに考える
答えは
少しずつ姿を現した
Studying fragments,
I thought in silence.
The answer
slowly appeared.
旗が風を受け
空へ広がる
上げるものは
布だけではない
The banner caught the wind
and spread into the sky.
What is raised
is not cloth alone.
一つの考えが
机の上に置かれる
未来は
そこから始まる
An idea
was placed upon the table.
The future
began there.
鏡には
ひびが入っていた
それでも光は
なお映っていた
A crack
ran through the mirror.
Even so,
it still reflected the light.
手は抗い
手は放し
手は支えた
霧の中の小さな仕草が
やがて人生を
形づくってゆく
Hands resisted.
Hands released.
Hands supported.
The smallest gestures in the mist
slowly became
the shape of a life.