Tokyo Balance
It's raining in Tokyo. Bathing in a marble of neon lights, I hold my breath and listen. Where does this water go? Down underground, sinking into the memory of this land.
Woody Earthy
Breathe with me, deities of the sacred forest. I see you everywhere. Let me float in the darkness, flow through the water veins of the spirit.
Herbal Floral
The garden is not mine. It belongs to the flowers. It belongs to the grass. It belongs to the wind that blows through every soul.
Japanese Citrus
The island's seasons are wild and gentle, challenging and nurturing, destructive and fertile. What is the secret of this contradiction? The fruit knows it all - a citrus harvested in Kochi.
Spicy Wood
Oud/Agarwood, sandalwood, oakwood. The woods of the nobles, the noble woods. Lead me through the enchanted mist. I close my eyes, then I see - the world and I are one and the same.
Floral Floral
Jasmine, rose, osmanthus, ylang-ylang...Let me gather all the flowers from my memories and make a bouquet. You’re here together to cast a spell on the new day.
Fresh Moss
Morning light falls on moss, untouched.
Olibanum lingers white; Japanese pepper sparks thin.
Oakmoss sharpens memory——
Kyara, slow-burning gravity.
Rooted Bloom
Daylight fractures on a cobbled street.
Osmanthus and mimosa sway gently above.
Fennel, a green cut through air.
Vetiver below, time rooted in shadow.
Aerial Parlance
Feel the distance
Breathe the space
Air is the medium
We all speak
Vector Grammar
A decisive difference
My center of gravity
An endless curiosity
An altered trajectory
Pulse Rhyme
A passion, a sensation.
It's the duration
of my lifelong relation
to the world we share.
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