Sleeping in a dojo, thinking of Kyoto, I meditate as an entity crafted by dreams. The sliding straw door opens, calm at its seams. Opening its eyes, the entity sighs. Signs of anxiety? No. […]
Sleeping in a dojo, thinking of Kyoto, I meditate as an entity crafted by dreams. The sliding straw door opens, calm at its seams. Opening its eyes, the entity sighs. Signs of anxiety? No. […]