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stars and prayers
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[Verse 1]
What have I been given?
Is it a trial, or is it bliss?
They say, “Only God knows,” don’t they?
And yet, they tell me, “Feel God within you.”
What I’ve been shown —
is it great contradiction, or mere neglect?
Even if You truly exist, I can’t see You.
So how is that different from illusion or delusion?
[Chorus]
God bless…
My prayers never reach.
God bless…
My prayers remain unseen.
[Verse 2]
If You can see through everything,
is this place hell — or just a lie?
Do You even embrace pain and suffering?
Someone weak like me can’t endure it…
If everything is Your divine will,
is leaving me in darkness also Your intent?
If everything is Your divine will,
is even the war born from Your desire?
[Outro]
God bless…
No matter how much I pray, it fades away.
God bless…
No matter how much I wish, it never comes true.
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A journey across lands, within a heart.
I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.
In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.
The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.
Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.
In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.
I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.
Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.
I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”
In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.
Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.
Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.
In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.
I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.
From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.
In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.
I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.
Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.
In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.
I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.
Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.
On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.
In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.
At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.
The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.
In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.
A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.
Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.
At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.
In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.
I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.
Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.
In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.
In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.
But fever came.
And so did silence.
I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.
In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.
Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.
In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.
What I searched for—
I never found.
Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.
But in every step,
something remained.
The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.
I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.
What was missing
was never meant
to be found—
It was meant
to be felt.
And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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there's no connection to myself
i'm your lover. i'm your zero
i'm the face in your dreams of glass
so save your prayers for when we're really gonna need 'em
throw out your cares and fly
wanna go for a ride?
she's the one for me
she's all i really need
cause she's the one for me
emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
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野村万作さんとか物理学者とか睡眠学者とか雨穴さんとか、私が興味ある方ばかりゲストに呼んでいて、つい再生押してしまう
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私が一時期住んだ街が、こんな悲劇で有名になるなんて。
私が住んでいたところにほど近い、あの場所だと思う。
この町は、香港に住んで、最初の友達ができた場所。
オーストラリアから引っ越した私たちの中で、お姉ちゃんにとって、最初の「外国」だった場所。
そこで、焼豚屋さんのおじさんに可愛がってもらい、その後何度もお客さんの列の後ろに並んで焼豚の切れ端をもらうのに必ず通った街。
ちっちゃなドッグパークへお姉ちゃんや妹ちゃんにせがまれて通い、そこで仲良くしてくれたお友達。そのドッグパークはこの火事の場所から大通りを挟んで向かい側だった。
出火の原因は分からないが、1階から火が出て上に燃え広がった。
火災報知器は反応せず、上階にいた方々は火が回るまで火事に気づかなかったこと。
改装のために使っていた緑のネットは、防炎仕様であるべきものなのに、そうではなかったこと。
竹の足場への批判には私は慎重派(竹は燃えやすい素材ではなく、ほとんど燃え残っている。また湿気に大変多い香港では、滑りやすい鉄の足場より軽量で安全との話もある。)だけど、今後はどうなるんだろうか。
色々な思いが頭の中で整理できずに渦巻く。
何よりも亡くなった方々のご冥福を祈り、その生き残られた家族の苦悩を想います。
#香港 #大埔墟站 #宏福苑 #prayer
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Maiden Voyage/Everything In Its Right Place
#Applemusic
#prayer
#十
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あなたの痛みを
あなたの涙を
どうか微笑みに変えたくて
何かを探し続けていること
あなたの喜びを
あなたの笑顔を
あなたの駈けた道のりを
希望の軌跡と記すには
あなたの涙を
僕はその意味を
知るべきだろうと
どうか
あなた自身を
どうか
僕に届けてほしい
#おはようGRAVITY #詩
#art #音楽好きと繋がりたい #prayer
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接なる平和を祈り願う老人をお絵描きしました。
I drew a picture of an old man praying for universal peace.
#peace #sorrow #prayer #worldpeace #drawing
