
The Stoics say focus
control what’s in your control
accept fate’s word
The Stoics say focus
control what’s in your control
accept fate’s word
The artist colours
Dreaming of the floating world
sleep peacefully
Life is colliding
in Kabukicho backstreets
sake, singing, silence.
The art of kaizen
is continuous progress
people harmony
Stoics and samurai
have a great deal in common
they die everyday
The life of a sake brewer
Is somewhere between science and poetry
Harnessing nature on the smallest of scales
Living, breathing, organisms, working, together,
Stop watches, singing, koji spores blooming,
See the moromi dance and bubble
Controlled and perfected over centuries
Terroir of the land
Terroir of the people
Filtered down into mythical proportions
Stories bottled and shipped
Spreading the message one sip at a time
Kanpai
Sticky, pungent, bold
Marmite of Japanese food
love it or hate it
See flower lanterns
flickering above Tokyo
hearts beating within
The rockerboy strums
An immortal legacy
Never fade away
See frolicking deer
run through the heart of Nara
Bambi’s legacy