thoughts in scraps of paper

When the moon smiles from the sky...
during one of those unnamed nights...
a miracle happens.

Silently
Softly...
without any parade.

And under the moon,
man lifts up his eyes
towards the dark expanse...

And tries his best
to give a part of himself...
so like the moon...
he may shine.

In his found light...
he calls on another
to put forth
her own brightness...

That together...
they shall burn...
like the sun.

- scribbled in Tokyo in the middle of a lecture,
on the 12th day of training