JISHIN 自心

Poetry & photographs · September 28, 2026

Gravity Can Wait

That focus. That timing. That little bit of swagger. How many rings did you count before you blinked?

A juggler balances bright rings in the air before a packed audience, in black and white with one red ensō
One ring leaves the hand. Another claims the sky.
One ring leaves the hand. Another claims the sky. The room holds its breath— and gravity waits.

כוח הכבידה יכול לחכות

טבעת אחת עוזבת את היד. אחרת כובשת את השמים. האולם עוצר את נשימתו— וכוח הכבידה מחכה.

— Jishin 自心 ⭕️

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