01/10/2026
“Samsara”
The wind blows.
The rain falls.
The stones are worn smooth.
The water finds its way into the valleys.
And all that is alive
returns, in time, to the earth.
The first stirrings of life,
and the quiet rhythm
of its breath.
I draw a deep breath
and lie down for a while.
The rain begins to fall.
By the window,
a tiny creature comes to visit.
The following day,
where the warmth of the sun
has fallen softly,
there is no longer any sign of him.
At the end of November,
s h i z u k u , in its present form,
will draw the curtain for now.
To everyone who has shared this place with us—
who has helped us create
so many beautiful encounters,
moments, and spaces—
we offer our heartfelt gratitude.
As s h i z u k u ,
we look forward to meeting you once again,
in another form,
In another season.
Not an ending,
but simply a turning of the season.
Until then.
Atsushi Shimizu
s h i z u k u .
