Maybe I would have died back in third grade, at eight or nine years old. Thinking that, a strange feeling sprouted toward this life that had been extended back then. A feeling that was tender, grateful, like a guardian saying, “You’ve come this far.”
Itadakimasu, fragments of the cosmos.
Itadakimasu, countless lives in circulation.
They burst forth with great energy—particles of light, journeying far, far away. Eventually, they will become one, and give birth to a new cosmos.
Falling cherry blossoms, where do they go? Blooming cherry blossoms, where did they come from? It is invisible, yet it is connected. It is invisible, therefore, it is connected.
