Entering the Garden

I once asked someone
why they came to Japan.

“To just be myself,”
they said.

I’m still not sure
that is what happens here.

This journal exists in that uncertainty.

In the space between what is said,
and what is meant.

A journal for interpreting the unseen.

It is a collection of fragments —
traces of something
that cannot always be explained.

Some things are not meant
to be translated directly.

They are felt in pauses, in tone,
in what is left unsaid.

You don’t need to understand everything.

Leave when it doesn’t.
Return, if you feel like it.

Welcome to the garden.

You can enter from anywhere.

Or let something find you.