The feast is over, though no one says so—
A gentle word, “おひらき”, lets us know
No farewells spoken, just rising slow
Leaving echoes in the soul below
A place where words begin to bend
Where silence speaks what won’t be penned
Through gates of prayer and brave goodbyes
We walk again with open eyes
Even a concubine’s name wears grace—
Love knows no rank, no lower place
A cough, a smirk, a voice untrue
A mask we wear when passing through
A place where words begin to bend
Where silence speaks what won’t be penned
Through gates of prayer and brave goodbyes
We walk again with open eyes
To live is art; to die, its frame
Even the words we once called shame—
With time, become a holy flame
And part of truth we dare to name
A place where words begin to bend
Where silence speaks what won’t be penned
Through gates of prayer and brave goodbyes
We walk again with open eyes
Confucius wrote of spring, then laid down his pen—
“かくりん” they say—The birth of Confucian thought
Beneath twin trees, the Buddha sleeps
“かくりん” they say—The birth of Buddhism
Two sages gone, one sound remains—
Kaku Rin, in the breath of names
When words are spent and stars fall dim
The next great journey will begin
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From the very first "A" to the final "Only"-
the A-line of the dictionary journey is now complete.
The end of words is a quiet beginning.
In the soft sounds of Ohiraki and Kakurin-
we hear the closing of a chapter,
where Buddhism and Confucianism, life and death,
all find gentle rest.
What could not be spoken
has now become sound.
The souls etched in the dictionary
have begun to sing.
Listen closely-
and the next journey within you
may already be awakening.
