いまここに、呼ばれて
感性は、知識の枠を超え、
すべてをそっと包み込む薄衣のよう。
時の重なりが織りなすその布に、
風のやわらかな揺らぎが触れ、
言葉に至らぬ選択の囁きを紡ぎ出す。
形は写せど、その周囲の空気までは映らず。
いま、なぜ心は震えるのかを、
冷たく記号へ還してしまった、深い静けさよ。
つくる者は減り、計る者は増えゆく。
効率の波に削がれた「無駄」こそが、
魂の火種となり、熱を孕むのに。
創造は揺らぎ、祈りに似て、
知られざる衝動に導かれ、
ただ、つくらずにはいられぬ真実。
かつてマーケティングは、
価値と人が巡り逢う聖地であった。
いまや「売れる魔力」に翻弄され、
叫びは均され、静寂の深淵へ沈む。
情熱は数にはならずとも、
余韻となり空間を満たし、
心の奥底に静かな灯をともす。
いま、つくる者よ、波に呑まれるな。
己の呼吸に深く耳を澄ませ。
再び戻らぬ一回性を信じ、
そっと祈りの刻印を残せ。
教えは泥にまみれた手が紡ぎ、
未完成の挑戦者の背にこそ宿る。
語るだけの言葉は、風を切る音に過ぎぬ。
教育も支援も、実践なくしては虚ろ。
正解だけを押し付ければ、創造は枯れ、
勇気はひそかに消えゆく。
感性は机上に芽吹かず、
転び、迷い、傷つくなかでのみ磨かれる。
失敗の味わい、動揺の調べが、
五感の琴線を震わす。
見えぬ未来に迷いながらも、
歩みの一歩は誰かの闇を照らす灯火となる。
支援とは導きにあらず、問いと共に歩むこと。
教育とは答えを与えることにあらず、
創造の炎を絶やさぬこと。
完成の仮面を纏う者に学びは宿らず。
迷い揺らぎ、それでもなお進み続ける者こそ、
真の信頼を呼び、未来を紡ぐ。
支援者も教育者も、つくり手としていまを生きよ。
挑戦の火を絶やさず、失敗の記憶を抱きしめ、
語りに逃げず、未完のまま共に歩み続けよ。
いまここに、呼ばれて。
その声に深く耳を澄ませ、
静かに、しかし確かに。
Called to Be Here, Now
Sensitivity transcends the boundaries of knowledge—
like a delicate veil that gently enfolds all things.
Woven from the layered threads of time,
that fabric stirs with the soft sway of the wind,
spinning whispers of choices beyond words.
We may capture the form,
but never the air that lingers around it.
Oh, deep silence—
where did the trembling of the heart vanish,
reduced to mere cold symbols?
Makers are dwindling,
while measurers multiply.
Yet it is in the “waste” carved away by efficiency
that the spark of the soul is kindled,
and warmth begins to rise.
Creation is a wavering act, akin to prayer—
led by unknown impulses,
an uncontainable truth that must be made.
Once, marketing was
a sacred ground where value met people.
Now, consumed by the “magic of selling,”
its cries are leveled,
and sink into the depths of silence.
Though passion may not be counted,
it lingers as a resonance,
filling space,
quietly lighting a flame in the depths of the heart.
Makers of today, do not be swept away by the waves.
Listen deeply to the rhythm of your own breath.
Believe in the unrepeatable moment,
and gently leave behind
the imprint of your prayer.
Teachings are spun by hands soiled with mud,
and dwell in the backs of those
still unfinished and struggling.
Words spoken without action
are but the sound of slicing wind.
Education and support, without practice,
are hollow.
If you impose only the “right answers,”
creation will wither,
and courage will quietly fade away.
Sensitivity does not sprout upon the desk—
it is honed only through stumbling,
losing one’s way,
and being wounded.
The taste of failure,
the tune of disquiet,
trembles the strings of the senses.
Even while lost in an unseen future,
each step forward
becomes a light that illuminates another’s darkness.
To support is not to lead—
it is to walk alongside questions.
To educate is not to give answers—
it is to keep the fire of creation alive.
Those who wear the mask of perfection
carry no true learning.
Only those who waver and wander,
yet still press on,
can inspire true trust,
and weave the threads of the future.
Supporters and educators alike,
live now as creators.
Keep the fire of challenge burning.
Embrace the memory of failure.
Do not hide behind words—
walk on together, unfinished, still becoming.
Called to be here, now.
Listen closely to that voice.
Quietly. But surely.
