Rituals of Light and Water
The dawn rites along Asano River.
Rituals of Light and Water
The dawn rites along Asano River.
The city wakes not by sound, but by reflection.
Every ripple along Asano carries a silent vow —
that beauty must be witnessed before it fades.
Light becomes a prayer, water a script.
Every drop of sauce
remembers the patience of centuries.
Every drop of sauce
remembers the patience of centuries.
writes itself upon the river.
upon the river.
upon the river.
upon the river.
And so the morning
Every drop of sauce
remembers the patience of centuries.
writes itself upon the river.
upon the river.
upon the river.
upon the river.
And so the morning
Every drop of sauce
remembers the patience of centuries.
Every drop of sauce
remembers the patience of centuries.
but rebirth.
but rebirth.
Where reflection
is not imitation
but rebirth.
rebirth.
