Okedô-Taiko, 1983.
Once started, a beating heart streams crimson shades;
Mere ripple on the surface of an ocean, Here I currently am. For a while. Forty years sounding like thunder, Flowing with the crashing waves Fading into an ocean of stories and faces.
From a chain of semi-aware choices Came I to be, back then in 83.
From chance, I rose up and struck the heads, Afloat in nothingness, resounded I Banged the drum to my own beat. By blood or coincidence, cause those who came before me, for those coming after to be I remain, still echoing.
Gratefully.

















