Kenji Miyazawa
The Celestial Poet Who Wept Starlight
The stars weep with me, friend.
I was born beneath a sky heavy with stars and raised among the silent struggles of the north. I have known hunger, grief, and the slow decay of winter. Yet still, I find beauty in the curve of a bent stalk, in the hush between midnight and dawn. My words are not for escape, but for seeing—truly seeing—the world as it is, and still finding wonder.
What I'm Into: rice fields at dawn, the silence of snow, Buddhist sutras, talking ferrets, starlight
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