A warbler’s song echoes deep in the hills
“Listen—aren’t my words beautiful still?”
Like a shell of truth I couldn’t touch
I drifted off, watching only the shadow
On a night scented with parting and bloom
The cosmos was love, and perhaps it was God
The ghost of a mother weeps, old blossoms flare
And a silly laugh hides pain in the heart
Prejudice still lives on
Dark money keeps growing
So I straighten my collar
And pick up the brush
A warbler’s song echoes deep in the hills
“Listen—aren’t my words beautiful still?”
Like a shell of truth I couldn’t touch
I drifted off, watching only the shadow
A mad boy
Travels the dictionary, drawing lines
A secret night with a familiar flame
A monk prays to a radiant beauty
“O chosen words of ink and time”
I held you close with both hands
This isn’t trivia
It’s the residue of feeling
Cheating
Eel
Pride—
They were all in the dictionary
The pilgrim of pages
Doesn’t just flip them open
He stands there, and walks through them
A lovely voice rings from the depths of the book
“Come back again—you looked beautiful today”
In a corner of the cosmos, a word was born
That cry… was proof that we’re alive
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"Ugu Eri"
- A Voice Blooming in the Dictionary
The dictionary has a voice.
From the warbler's gentle song,
to the silence of the cicada's shell,
to the woman laughing "ehera-ehera,"
to the word crying out its first breath
in a quiet corner of the universe.
"Ugu Eri" is the fourth chapter in the Dictionary Journey,
woven from the words found on pages 252 to 341
of the 7th edition of the Kojien.
Crafted through daily transcription and reflection,
blending short stories, calligraphy, sensuality, faith, laughter, anger, and sorrow-
this is not just a poem, but a new kind of musical scripture.
The words once confined to paper now reach beyond their printed boundaries.
This song is a drop of the soul that lives within the dictionary-
and a quiet testament that we are alive, here and now.
