投稿者: admin

  • The Book of Five Rings — The Water Scroll: What Musashi Meant by Everyday Mind

    The Book of Five Rings — The Water Scroll: What Musashi Meant by Everyday Mind

    On Tuning Yourself — and Why “Calm Down” Is the Wrong Advice

    Photo by B Vi on Unsplash

    This is one of the articles in the series on Miyamoto Musashi’s “The Book of Five Rings”.

    Miyamoto Musashi opens the Water Scroll with something that reads, at first glance, like a contradiction.

    He has just written a book of instruction. And now, at the beginning of its second chapter, he says this:

    「此書に書付たるを、我身にとつて、書付を見るとおもはず、習とおもはず、にせものにせずして、則、我心より見出したる利にして、常に其身に成て、能々工夫すべし。」

    Do not think of what is written here as something to be read. Do not think of it as something to be learned. Do not imitate it. Instead, find it yourself — from within your own mind — and make it part of your body, and think deeply about it always.

    A teaching that instructs you not to treat it as a teaching. A guide that tells you not to follow it.

    I’ve thought about this passage for years. And the more I sit with it, the more I think it is the most important thing Musashi wrote.

    The Book That Points Beyond Itself

    In Zen, there is a tradition of the kōan — a question or statement that cannot be resolved through ordinary logical thinking, designed to push the student past the limits of conceptual understanding into direct experience. What is the sound of one hand clapping? Not a riddle with an answer, but a device for breaking through the habit of looking for answers in the wrong place.

    Musashi was deeply formed by Zen. And I think this opening passage functions in the same way.

    He is not being modest. He is making a precise and demanding point: that what he is about to describe — the qualities of mind and body that make a warrior genuinely capable — cannot be acquired by reading about them. They can only be found. In your own experience, through your own practice, forged in your own body over time.

    The book is a finger pointing at the moon. Musashi is reminding you, before you get any further, not to stare at the finger.

    What Musashi Says About Everyday Mind

    What follows this opening is something that surprises many first-time readers of the Water Scroll. This is, after all, a manual on swordsmanship — on the techniques and tactics of actual combat. You might expect him to move immediately into specifics: posture, grip, footwork, the mechanics of the strike.

    Instead, he writes about heijōshin — everyday mind. Ordinary mind. The mind of someone going about their daily life without urgency or alarm.

    「兵法の道におゐて、心の持様ハ、常の心に替る事なかれ。常にも兵法のときにも、少も替らずして、心を廣く直にして、きつくひつぱらず、すこしもたるまず、心のかたよらぬやうに、心をまん中に置て、心を静にゆるがせて、其ゆるぎのせつなも、ゆるぎやまぬやうに、能々吟味すべし。」

    In the Way of strategy, the mind should not differ from the everyday mind. In both ordinary times and in combat, it should be exactly the same — broad and straight, neither pulled tight nor left slack, not leaning to one side, placed at the center, kept still yet moving, and even in its movement, never ceasing.

    Neither pulled tight nor left slack.

    Not the stillness of something frozen. Not the looseness of something unready. The stillness of something perfectly balanced — still yet moving — available for whatever is required.

    I want to stay with this image for a moment, because I think it is one of the most precise descriptions of functional composure I have ever encountered. And I also want to be honest about how long it took me to actually understand it.

    The Kendo Match I Kept Losing

    I practiced kendo for ten years, starting when I was six years old, at the dojo attached to the police station near my home in Kobe. By the time I was a teenager, I had developed enough technique to compete — and enough ego to be completely derailed by competition.

    There is a specific experience in kendo that non-practitioners find difficult to visualize. When two competitors strike simultaneously — both going for men, the strike to the head — the strikes often land within fractions of a second of each other. To a casual observer, they appear simultaneous. To the three judges on the floor, they are not. The difference of a few tenths of a second is visible to trained eyes.

    What is less well known is that the competitors themselves can feel it.

    When you are in a state of genuine heijōshin — when your mind is placed at the center, neither tight nor slack, moving without stopping — you can sense, at the moment of the mutual strike, whether your timing was ahead or behind. You feel the gap. And if you are behind, and if your mind is clear enough, you can adjust — shifting in the fraction of a second before the opponent’s shinai arrives, turning a mutual strike into a clean point.

    When you are gripping the outcome — when you need to win, when the score is close and the match is ending and every nerve is pulling toward the result — this perception disappears. Not because your technique has changed. Because your mind has changed. It has become tight. Pulled toward the future, toward the result, away from the present moment of the strike.

    And that tightness, that fraction of a second of mental latency, is the difference between winning and losing.

    I lost a great many matches this way as a teenager. I knew what I was doing wrong. I simply could not stop doing it.

    The Self-Help Books That Didn’t Help

    In my twenties, I read a great deal of what we now call self-development literature. I had been studying Zen and Buddhist philosophy since my university years in Kyoto, and I wanted to understand the relationship — where these Western frameworks overlapped with what I was finding in the classical texts, and where they diverged.

    At first, I found some of it genuinely interesting. The early readings were fresh. Ah, so that is how this tradition looks from outside. There were useful observations, clear writing, ideas worth sitting with.

    But over time, a feeling accumulated that I eventually found a word for: 修飾 — shūshoku. Decoration. Ornament. Something that makes a surface look richer than what lies beneath it.

    Self-development books, at their most characteristic, are books you can read and feel, temporarily, as though you have done something. The reading itself produces a sensation of progress. You close the cover feeling slightly improved.

    Bushido. The Book of Five Rings. These books produce the opposite sensation.

    You finish them and feel the distance. You feel how far the road is. How much has not yet been done. How many years of practice stand between where you are and what the text is describing.

    This is not a criticism of self-development literature in the ordinary sense. It is an observation about what the two traditions are actually trying to do.

    Self-development books, at their best, give you something to add. A framework. A technique. A habit. Something to install.

    Musashi is not giving you something to add. He is describing something you have to become. And that is a different project entirely — one that cannot be completed by reading, and that the reading itself can never substitute for.

    “Just Calm Down” — And Why It Made Things Worse

    When I was young and losing matches I should have won, the advice I received — from coaches, from older practitioners, from the books I was reading — was essentially a variation of the same thing: be calm, maintain equanimity, don’t let emotion affect your performance.

    Good advice. Useless as instruction.

    Because the attempt to be calm is itself a form of tension. I must be calm is a thought. Thoughts take up the same mental space that perception needs. And the harder I tried to achieve the state I’d been told to achieve, the further I moved from it.

    I remember sitting with this problem for a long time — not in a formal meditative sense, but as a persistent, unanswered question: What is heijōshin, actually? Is it just the absence of anxiety? A practiced suppression of reaction? Something you arrive at by trying hard enough to arrive at it?

    None of those answers felt right. And then, at some point — I cannot tell you exactly when, because it was not a single moment of insight but a gradual settling — I arrived at a different image.

    A guitar string.

    Not the silence before the string is plucked. Not the tension of a string pulled too tight. Not the limpness of a string left slack. The specific state of a string that has been tuned correctly — taut enough to vibrate cleanly, relaxed enough to move freely. The state that produces the right note when it is struck.

    This, I realized, was what Musashi meant. Not be calm. Not suppress your reactions. Not try harder to be still.

    Tune yourself.

    Tuning, Not Adding

    This reframing changed something for me in a way that the self-development books had not.

    Because tuning is not addition. You do not tune a guitar by putting more string on it. You do not tune a person by giving them more techniques, more frameworks, more things to remember and apply under pressure. Tuning is the removal of what is wrong — the tightening of what is too loose, the releasing of what is too tight — until the instrument is capable of producing what it was always capable of producing, if only it were properly calibrated.

    Heijōshin is not a state you achieve. It is the state that remains when you have stopped pulling too hard, stopped going slack, stopped leaning to one side. Musashi says: place the mind at the center. Not higher, not lower. Not pitched toward the future result, not dragging in the past exchange. At the center. Now.

    This cannot be done by adding something. It can only be done by removing the interference — the grip, the anxiety, the need for the outcome to be a particular thing — that prevents the natural state from expressing itself.

    Why the Daily Practice Is the Point

    And this is where the Water Scroll circles back to the Earth Scroll, to the nine principles, to the thousand days and the ten thousand days.

    Because you cannot tune an instrument in the middle of a performance. The tuning happens before. In the daily practice, in the repeated training, in the accumulated experience of striking and being struck, of losing and understanding why, of returning to the dojo the next day and beginning again.

    The daily practice is not preparation for the moment when heijōshin matters. The daily practice is how heijōshin is built. Slowly, through repetition, the nervous system learns what the centered state feels like — until it becomes the default, until it becomes the ground from which everything else operates, until the performance and the preparation are no longer different things.

    Musashi says: in both ordinary times and in combat, it should be exactly the same.

    Not: practice being calm so that you can be calm when it matters.

    Be the same person in both situations. Which requires, first, that you have built a person who is worth being consistently.

    In kendo, coaches say: don’t be attached to winning. I misunderstood this for years. I thought it meant: accept that you might lose. A kind of resigned equanimity.

    It does not mean that.

    It means: if you have trained properly, if you have done the daily work, if your ground is solid — the winning will take care of itself. Your job is not to grip the result. Your job is to be present, tuned, available. To place the mind at the center and let the body do what it has been trained to do.

    The attachment to winning is the thing that prevents winning. Not because wanting to win is wrong. But because the grip of wanting interferes with the clarity of perceiving — and perceiving, in the fraction of a second that everything is decided, is everything.

    What This Looks Like Away From the Dojo

    I am aware that most people reading this have never competed in kendo, and will never compete in kendo. So let me say what I think this translates to.

    Every situation that matters — every presentation, negotiation, difficult conversation, decision made under pressure, moment when your actual capability will either express itself or fail to — has the same structure as the mutual strike. The outcome depends on whether you are present or not. Whether your mind is at the center or pulled toward the result. Whether the string is tuned or pulled tight.

    And the state of the string at that moment is not determined in that moment. It is determined by everything that came before it. By whether you have been building the ground, doing the daily practice, paying attention to the small things, removing the conditions for failure.

    The self-development book cannot give you this. The framework, the technique, the morning routine — these are not useless, but they are not sufficient. They are things you add. What Musashi is describing is not a thing you add.

    It is what you become when you have been doing the right things, consistently, for long enough.

    修飾の書 — the books of decoration — promise to make you better. They are not lying, exactly. But they are describing a different project.

    Musashi’s project is older, slower, and harder to sell.

    Do not treat this as teaching. Do not imitate it. Find it yourself — from within your own mind — and make it part of your body.

    He told you at the beginning. He is still telling you now.

    Previous : The Book of Five Rings — The Earth Scroll: The Philosophy of Not Losing

    SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT was founded by Takeshi Kitagawa, a designer based in Osaka. Drawing on a lifetime of practice in Kendo, Judo, and personal study of Zen and Shinto, this project explores what these traditions might still offer the people living today — not as answers, but as a different way of seeing.
    English is not my first language; I use AI as a linguistic tool to bridge that gap. The thinking is mine. The words are a collaboration.

  • The Book of Five Rings — The Earth Scroll: The Philosophy of Not Losing

    The Book of Five Rings — The Earth Scroll: The Philosophy of Not Losing

    What Miyamoto Musashi Understood About Risk, Readiness, and the Ground Beneath Your Feet

    Photo by Seiya Maeda on Unsplash

    This is one of the articles in the series on Miyamoto Musashi’s “The Book of Five Rings”.

    There is a particular kind of person in any organization.

    Not the loudest voice in the room. Not necessarily the most decorated, the most credentialed, or the most visible. But the one who, when things start to go wrong, seems to have already known. Not in a dramatic way — there’s no moment where they say I told you so. It’s subtler than that. They noticed something three weeks ago. A shift in tone during a meeting. A pattern in the numbers that didn’t quite fit. A silence where there should have been enthusiasm. And they adjusted. Quietly. Without announcement.

    By the time the problem becomes visible to everyone else, this person has already done something about it.

    I’ve been thinking about this kind of person for a long time. And I’ve come to believe that what they possess is not a special talent. It is the product of a specific orientation — one that Miyamoto Musashi describes in the opening scroll of The Book of Five Rings with a clarity that I find, even now, slightly startling.

    He calls it  — Chi. Earth.

    The Nine Principles of the Earth Scroll

    The Earth Scroll is where Musashi lays his foundation. Before technique, before tactics, before any discussion of how to engage an opponent, he establishes what kind of person the warrior — or the craftsman, or the merchant, or anyone engaged in serious work — must become.

    He offers nine principles. I want to quote them in full, because the list as a whole says something that no single principle captures alone:

    Do not harbor sinister designs. Train diligently in your chosen Way. Cultivate a wide range of interests in the arts. Be knowledgeable in a variety of occupations. Know the difference between loss and gain in worldly matters. Develop an intuitive judgment and understanding for everything. Perceive those things which cannot be seen. Pay attention even to trifles. Do not engage in useless activity.

    Read these quickly and they sound like general wisdom — the kind of thing you might find on a motivational poster, vaguely Eastern in flavor, easily consumed and forgotten.

    Read them slowly, and a different picture emerges.

    Not Winning. Not Losing.

    Here is the interpretation that I keep returning to, and that I think gets closest to what Musashi actually means:

    These nine principles are not a formula for winning. They are a systematic approach to eliminating the conditions that cause defeat.

    This distinction matters more than it might initially appear.

    Most strategic thinking — in business, in competition, in self-development — is organized around the pursuit of advantage. How do I get ahead? How do I outperform? How do I win? The question is inherently forward-looking and externally oriented. Victory is defined by what happens to the other side.

    Musashi’s orientation is different. He is asking a prior question: What are the conditions under which I become beatable? And then he is working backward from there, systematically removing each one.

    Sinister designs — harboring them in yourself — cloud judgment. Remove them. Narrow knowledge creates blind spots. Remove them. Inability to distinguish loss from gain leads to poor decisions under pressure. Remove it. Undeveloped intuition means you miss what’s coming before it arrives. Remove it. Attention to trifles — or rather, the failure of such attention — means the early signals are lost. Remove that failure.

    What remains, when you have done this work seriously and over time, is not a person who wins. It is a person who has made themselves very difficult to defeat.

    This is, I believe, a fundamentally different project than what most self-development culture is selling.

    The Ground Beneath Your Feet

    The scroll is called Earth for a reason.

    Earth does not attack. Earth does not advance. Earth receives everything — rain, weight, the full force of whatever is placed upon it — and holds. Its strength is not aggressive. It is foundational. And its depth is what makes everything built upon it stable.

    Musashi is describing the same quality in a person. Not dominance. Not aggression. Unshakeability.

    But — and this is the part that gets overlooked — unshakeability is not a temperament you are born with. It is built. Deliberately, through the exact practices Musashi describes: the wide cultivation of knowledge across different domains, the daily training in your chosen path, the sustained practice of attending to what is small and easy to miss.

    The ground beneath your feet does not become solid by accident. It becomes solid because of what has been layered into it, over time, with intention.

    Risk Management, Before the Numbers Exist

    Let me make this concrete.

    In contemporary organizational life, risk management is largely a retrospective discipline. We build dashboards to track what has already happened. We write reports on what the numbers revealed last quarter. We conduct postmortems on decisions that were made with the information available at the time.

    This is not useless. But it is, by definition, always behind.

    Musashi’s principles — particularly develop intuitive judgment, perceive those things which cannot be seen, and pay attention even to trifles — describe something that operates before the numbers exist. Before the problem surfaces in a report. Before the quarterly review. Before the situation becomes obvious to everyone in the room.

    What are we talking about, in practical terms?

    The slight change in how a usually reliable colleague responds to a routine question. The meeting that ended a little too smoothly — where the dissent that should have been there wasn’t. The client who is still technically engaged but whose emails have become just fractionally shorter, just fractionally slower. The project that is on schedule by every measurable metric but feels, in some way that is difficult to articulate, slightly wrong.

    These are not mystical perceptions. They are the output of sustained observation. Of having paid attention to the small things long enough that the deviation from normal registers — not as a conclusion, but as a signal worth investigating.

    The capacity to notice what cannot yet be measured is not a gift. It is what accumulates in a person who has made a practice of attention.

    Musashi calls it perceiving those things which cannot be seen. We might call it intuition. Either way, it is the product of the same discipline: daily training, wide knowledge, careful observation of trifles, sustained over time.

    “Do Not Engage in Useless Activity”

    The ninth principle is the one I find most demanding: do not engage in useless activity.

    On the surface, this sounds like advice about efficiency — cut waste, focus on what matters, eliminate distraction. And it does include that. But in the context of the other eight principles, it means something more specific.

    Every hour spent on activity that does not deepen your knowledge, sharpen your judgment, or strengthen your capacity to perceive what is happening — every hour spent in the noise of competition for its own sake, in the performance of busyness, in the reactive churn that most organizational life generates — is an hour not spent building the ground beneath your feet.

    Musashi is ruthless about this. Not because he was ascetic — he was a painter, a sculptor, a poet; he cultivated breadth deliberately. But because he understood that the building of genuine capability is a slow process, and that the time available for it is finite.

    Do not engage in useless activity is not a productivity principle. It is a statement about what kind of life produces the kind of person Musashi is trying to describe.

    What “Daily Training” Actually Means

    The second principle — train diligently in your chosen Way — is the one most people think they already understand.

    They don’t. Or rather, they understand the word training without understanding the word daily.

    In the Japanese original, the character Musashi uses for diligent carries connotations not of intensity but of consistency. The daily quality of the practice. The refusal to let it lapse because yesterday was difficult, because the conditions aren’t right, because you’ve already reached a certain level of competence and the urgency has faded.

    The person who is very difficult to defeat is not the one who trained hardest during their best years. It is the one who trained consistently across all their years — when it was inconvenient, when it was unrewarding, when the gains were invisible.

    This is what Musashi means by kitae — forging. And it is why he is uninterested in talent, in natural ability, in the kind of competence that arrives quickly and impresses easily. He is interested in what a person becomes when the practice has been sustained long enough that it is no longer something they do, but something they are.

    The Accumulation You Cannot See

    The work that the Earth Scroll describes does not produce results that are easy to measure or quick to appear. You cannot do these things for ninety days and assess the outcome. You cannot feel them working in the way you can feel a new exercise routine working. They accumulate in ways that are largely invisible — until the moment when they are needed, and then they are unmistakably present.

    The person who noticed the shift three weeks ago. The one who read the room when everyone else was reading the slides. The one who, when everything came apart, didn’t panic — not because they were naturally calm, but because they had built, over years, a ground solid enough to stand on.

    That is what the Earth Scroll is pointing at.

    I am not going to tell you that practicing these nine principles will produce that person. I don’t know your situation, your practice, your discipline, or what you are willing to sustain over time. Musashi doesn’t know either. He doesn’t make promises.

    What he does do is describe, with unusual precision, the specific qualities that need to be built — and the specific practices that build them. Whether you take that seriously is, as it has always been, entirely up to you.

    The Nine Principles, Reconsidered

    Let me return to the list one more time — not as a collection of separate instructions, but as a unified picture of a single orientation:

    A person who harbors no sinister designs has nothing to hide and nothing to defend — which means their perception is clear.

    A person who trains daily has a ground beneath their feet that does not shift under pressure.

    A person who cultivates wide knowledge has no blind spots large enough to fall through.

    A person who understands loss and gain does not make decisions from fear or from greed.

    A person who has developed intuition perceives what is coming before it arrives.

    A person who attends to trifles catches the signal before it becomes the emergency.

    A person who does not engage in useless activity has time and energy for what actually matters.

    Taken together: a person who is very, very difficult to defeat.

    Not because they are more aggressive than their opponents. Not because they are more talented. But because they have done the slow, invisible work of removing, one by one, everything that could cause them to fail.

    This is Musashi’s Earth. This is the ground he is asking you to build.

    The question — as always — is whether you are willing to do it slowly enough for it to actually work.

    Previous : A Self-help Book Written by a Samurai, for Samurai — The Book of Five Rings: Before We Begin

    Next : The Book of Five Rings — The Water Scroll: What Musashi Meant by Everyday Mind

    SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT was founded by Takeshi Kitagawa, a designer based in Osaka. Drawing on a lifetime of practice in Kendo, Judo, and personal study of Zen and Shinto, this project explores what these traditions might still offer the people living today — not as answers, but as a different way of seeing.
    English is not my first language; I use AI as a linguistic tool to bridge that gap. The thinking is mine. The words are a collaboration.

  • The Reward of Meditation: Why You Won’t See It — and Why That’s the Point

    The Reward of Meditation: Why You Won’t See It — and Why That’s the Point

    What do you do when progress is invisible? A Zen practitioner’s honest answer to the question everyone asks.

    Photo by Denis Oliveira on Unsplash

    Someone recently pushed back on something I’ve been saying for years.

    I teach Zen practice, and I’ve always been careful not to oversell meditation. I don’t promise transformation. I don’t list “10 benefits backed by science.” What I do say — consistently — is this: the effects of meditation are not visible in the way the effects of, say, weightlifting are visible.

    That’s when someone said to me: “If there’s no visible result, how am I supposed to stay motivated to keep going?”

    It stopped me. Not because I didn’t have an answer, but because it was such an honest question. And honestly, it deserved more than a quick reply.

    The Gym Comparison That Almost Works

    We live in an era of measurable progress. Weightlifting gives you something to see. Your arms change shape. The numbers on the plates go up. You take a photo in April and compare it to one in January, and the mirror tells you a story you can believe in.

    Meditation gives you nothing like that.

    There’s no before-and-after photo. No number that climbs. No test to pass.

    And so the logic seems to follow: if there’s no visible change, maybe nothing is changing at all.

    But that logic has a flaw in it — a quiet one that’s easy to miss.

    The Student Who Didn’t Know What They’d Built

    Think about a student who studies hard every day through school. Years pass. Then one day, much later, they look back at their life and think: “I’m glad I studied. If I hadn’t, everything would be different — my job, my choices, the person I became.”

    The studying worked. But here’s the thing: it only became visible in hindsight.

    What made it visible during those years of effort? Tests. Grades. External structures that turned invisible development into something you could point to. Remove the tests, and the studying still happens. The growth still happens. The transformation still happens. It’s just that no one gives you a score for it.

    Meditation has no test. That’s not a design flaw. It’s simply the nature of inner work.

    The change is happening. It’s just not leaving a visible trail.

    What “Invisible Change” Actually Means

    I want to be careful here. I’m not asking you to take my word for it, or to practice on blind faith until some distant payoff arrives.

    What I’m saying is more specific than that: there will come a moment — I can’t tell you when, and I can’t promise what form it will take — when you look back and realize that something has been quietly different. That you responded to a situation in a way that surprised you. That a moment of stillness came to you when you hadn’t asked for it. That you were somehow less at the mercy of your own noise.

    I can’t tell you what your reward will look like, because it will be yours. And I won’t push meditation on anyone. That’s not how I teach, and it’s not the spirit in which I practice.

    A River in Osaka, and the Idea of Turning Off

    Here is what I can tell you from my own life.

    I practice meditation. It’s a habit now — it’s been woven into who I am for long enough that I don’t think of it as something I do so much as something I am. And sometimes, in the evenings, I walk along the Okawa River and feel the cool air off the water. Or I sit and watch rain fall. And in those moments, something shifts. Not dramatically — just quietly. The way a room changes when someone opens a window.

    The best way I can describe it is this: meditation gave me a way to turn myself off.

    Not to disappear. Not to escape. But to have a moment — a real, available moment — where the current running through me simply stops. Where I am not producing, reacting, planning, or performing. Where I am just sitting with what is.

    If I hadn’t developed this practice, I think I would still be running on the same continuous current. The power would never go off. The engine would never rest. I’d be living entirely in the “on” state — and I wouldn’t even know it, because I’d never have experienced the alternative.

    That is my reward. Not something I can photograph. Not something I can hand you. But real — more real, in fact, than most things I could measure.

    What Zen Actually Says About This

    In Zen, there is a concept called mushotoku (無所得) — literally “nothing to attain.” It refers to practicing without attachment to results, without grasping for an outcome, without needing the practice to produce something you can show to others.

    This might sound discouraging to a results-oriented mind. But look at it from another angle.

    The moment you stop practicing for something is often the moment the practice actually begins. Because then you’re not waiting for a reward. You’re not checking to see if the investment paid off. You’re simply here, simply breathing, simply present. And that presence — that capacity to be rather than to monitor — is precisely what develops over time.

    The reward of meditation is meditation. Not what it produces, but what it makes you capable of inhabiting.

    On Staying Motivated Anyway

    I want to return to the original question, because it was sincere, and sincerity deserves a sincere answer.

    How do you stay motivated when the results aren’t visible?

    I think the honest answer is: you probably can’t rely on external motivation. Not for long. Motivation that depends on visible feedback will fade whenever the feedback stops — which, in meditation, is most of the time.

    What sustains a practice over years is something quieter. A growing familiarity with stillness. A subtle recognition, not always articulable, that something is different — that you are different — even if you can’t quite name it.

    That recognition doesn’t arrive on day three, or week two. But it comes. And when it does, it’s not a dramatic revelation. It’s more like remembering something you already knew.

    A Note to Anyone Just Starting

    If you’re new to meditation and wondering whether it’s “working,” here is what I’d offer:

    The question itself may be worth examining. “Working” toward what? For whom? Measured how?

    Those aren’t rhetorical questions meant to deflect. They’re the beginning of the real inquiry — the one that meditation, done honestly, tends to open.

    I can’t promise you a result. What I can say is that the practice of sitting quietly, of turning your attention gently inward, of learning — slowly, imperfectly, repeatedly — to simply be with yourself without fixing or fleeing, is not nothing.

    It is, in fact, quite a lot.

    You may not see it for a while. But one day, by a river or in the rain or in some quiet ordinary moment, you might notice that something has changed.

    And you’ll know.

    Continue Reading — This essay is part of a three-part series on mindfulness and Japanese philosophy:

    SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT is founded by Takeshi Kitagawa, a designer based in Osaka. Rooted in years of Kendo, Zen, and Shinto practice, it explores whether these traditions have anything real to offer modern life — without pretending they have all the answers.
    English is not my first language; I use AI as a linguistic tool to bridge that gap. The thinking is mine. The words are a collaboration.

  • A Self-help Book Written by a Samurai, for Samurai — The Book of Five Rings: Before We Begin

    A Self-help Book Written by a Samurai, for Samurai — The Book of Five Rings: Before We Begin

    A Samurai’s Self-Help Book — Written in Blood, Not Buzzwords

    Photo by Krys Amon on Unsplash

    For readers without a Medium membership: You can access the full article through a friend link here.

    Think about the people you’ve worked with over the years.

    Most of us, if we’re honest, fall somewhere on a spectrum between mildly competitive and quietly exhausted — reacting to small provocations, burning energy on turf wars that won’t matter in six months, carrying low-grade irritation through meetings and commutes and dinner conversations that should have ended an hour ago.

    But every so often — maybe once or twice in a career, if you’re paying attention — you encounter someone who operates differently.

    You know the type, even if you’ve only met one. Calm in a way that doesn’t read as passive. Unhurried without being disengaged. They don’t bite on small provocations. They don’t waste themselves on battles that aren’t worth fighting. And yet — when something real is at stake, when the situation genuinely demands it — you suddenly realize that this person was never mild. They were ready. The composure wasn’t absence. It was preparation.

    In Japanese, there’s a word that gestures at this quality: 『空』 — . Void. Not emptiness as lack, but emptiness as availability. A readiness that comes from having nothing unnecessary left to carry.

    You’ve probably worked alongside someone like this — maybe once, if you were lucky. When you did, you may have found yourself wondering: What does that person understand that the rest of us don’t?

    I’d like to introduce you to a book that takes that question seriously.

    Self-Help, Written in Blood

    Let me say something that might surprise you.

    The Book of Five Rings — 『五輪書』, Go Rin No Sho — is, at its core, a self-development book.

    I say this knowing that the word “self-development” has been so thoroughly colonized by the wellness industry that it barely means anything anymore. Breathwork retreats. Productivity systems. Curated morning routines. The kind of Zen that comes with a subscription and a guided audio track.

    The Book of Five Rings is not that.

    It was written in 1645 by Miyamoto Musashi — a man who had survived sixty-one duels without a single defeat, who had killed opponents with a wooden sword because he couldn’t be bothered to arrive on time with a real one, and who spent the final two years of his life alone in a cave in Kyushu, writing down everything he had come to understand. He completed the manuscript approximately two weeks before he died.

    What he wrote is a self-development book in the original sense of the term: a practitioner’s account of what it actually takes to forge yourself into someone capable — not of winning fights, but of being genuinely ready for whatever the situation demands.

    This is not a spiritual manual. It is not a philosophy text. It is not a competitive strategy guide, despite how it has been marketed in airport bookshops since the 1980s.

    It is something harder to categorize: a warrior’s honest account of how a human being is built.

    And Musashi wrote it not only for warriors.

    “The Principle Is the Same for Any Profession”

    This is where most Western readings of Musashi go wrong — by treating the book as a metaphor, when Musashi himself is being entirely literal.

    In the very first scroll — the Earth Scroll, 地の巻 — he does something unexpected. He starts writing about carpenters.

    He describes the master builder who surveys his available lumber with clear eyes — who understands the quality and character of each piece, assigns strong timber to load-bearing work, uses finer grain where it will be seen, wastes nothing, forces nothing. And he says, without apology: the principle is the same. The general and the master carpenter are doing the same essential thing, at different scales, in different materials.

    This is not a rhetorical flourish. Musashi is making a foundational claim: the qualities that produce a great warrior — the judgment, the self-knowledge, the long practice, the composure under pressure — are the same qualities that produce excellence in any serious work. The domain changes. The underlying discipline does not.

    He will say the same thing about merchants. About officials. About anyone who takes their craft seriously enough to actually study it.

    The Book of Five Rings is, in this sense, a samurai’s self-help book. Written by a warrior, for warriors — but addressed, at its deepest level, to anyone willing to ask what genuine preparation actually requires.

    A Thousand Days to Forge. Ten Thousand Days to Refine.

    There is a line in the Earth Scroll that I have returned to more times than I can count:

    「千の稽古を鍛とし、万の稽古を練とす。」

    A thousand days of training to forge. Ten thousand days of training to refine.

    The word  — kitae — means to forge in the literal, metallurgical sense: hammering heated metal into shape through repeated impact. The word  — neri — means to knead, to work, to refine something until its essential quality becomes fully realized.

    Musashi is not being poetic. He is being precise. Ten thousand days is approximately twenty-seven years. He is describing a process that operates on a timescale most contemporary self-development culture finds genuinely uncomfortable — because it does not fit into a six-week program, a ninety-day challenge, or a weekend intensive.

    And yet, a few lines later, he writes something that reframes the entire scale:

    「昨日の我に今日は勝ち、明日は下手に勝ち、後は上手に勝つ。」

    Today, defeat the self of yesterday. Tomorrow, surpass those of lesser skill. Later, surpass those of greater skill.

    Notice the sequence. He does not begin with the external. He does not say: beat your competitors. He does not say: lead the market. He does not say: be the best.

    He says: defeat the self of yesterday.

    The unit of measurement is always internal. The only opponent that ultimately matters is the person you were the day before.

    In an era that has made external comparison nearly involuntary — where the metrics of success are almost entirely defined by what others are doing and what they think of you — I find this quietly radical. Not as philosophy. As practice.

    What This Series Is, and What It Isn’t

    I want to be transparent about where I’m standing.

    I grew up in Kobe. I practiced kendo for ten years at a police dojo, starting when I was six years old. I spent years at temples in Kyoto studying Zen and Buddhist philosophy, came under the deep influence of Laozi and the traditions that flowed from him. And over time — through Japanese classical literature, through history, through years of walking in the mountains and stopping to bow at the small shrines at the edges of old forests — I came to understand that none of these traditions could be fully understood without Shinto. Without the older, pre-doctrinal sense that something inhabits the ancient cedars, the mountain stones, the places where rivers meet.

    I say this not to establish authority, but to be clear about the angle of approach.

    I will push back on Western interpretations when I believe they have missed something essential. I will also be honest when Musashi is difficult — when his worldview is severe, or uncompromising in ways that deserve acknowledgment rather than romanticization. He was a man of his time and his particular formation. Some of what he wrote translates across centuries with startling immediacy. Some of it requires more careful handling.

    And I will not promise you that engaging with this material will change anything for you.

    What I will say is this: the qualities that The Book of Five Rings describes — the composure that comes from genuine preparation, the internal compass that doesn’t depend on external validation, the readiness that looks, from the outside, like unusual calm — these are not mythological. They are the product of a specific kind of practice, sustained over time.

    Whether that practice is possible for you, and what form it might take in your life, is not something I can determine. That is between you and the work.

    But I think it is worth understanding what Musashi actually said — before deciding.

    The Structure of What Follows

    The Book of Five Rings is organized around five scrolls, each named for one of the five great elements of Buddhist cosmology:

    地 Earth — Foundation. The nature of strategy. Who this book is for and why.

    水 Water — Technique. The qualities of mind that allow skill to become instinct.

    火 Fire — Combat. Timing, rhythm, and the read-and-respond that happens under real pressure.

    風 Wind — Other schools. What they get right, what they miss, and where Musashi parts ways with them.

    空 Void — The hardest to explain. The shortest section. The ground from which everything else becomes possible.

    We will move through each scroll in turn — not as scholars annotating a historical document, but as people trying to understand what it is actually saying, and whether it has anything genuine to offer the conditions of contemporary life.

    Each installment will include a dialogue. Nicholas — an American CEO who has been living in Osaka’s Kitahama financial district for five years, a lifelong Yankees fan who has a habit of translating abstract philosophy into baseball — will be there. So will Catherine, a graduate student at Osaka University from California, who brings both the rigor of good sociological training and the particular openness of someone genuinely living inside a culture not their own.

    Their questions will not always be comfortable. Neither, I suspect, will some of Musashi’s answers.

    That seems appropriate.

    Next: The Book of Five Rings — The Earth Scroll: The Philosophy of Not Losing

    For readers who wish to explore the source material themselves,
     an English translation of The Book of Five Rings can be found here.

    SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT explores Japanese philosophy, aesthetics, and culture — not as a guide, but as a mirror. The views in this piece are my own — shaped by how I grew up, what I practiced, and what I noticed. They are not the correct interpretation of Zen, or of anything else. 
    English is not my first language; I use AI as a linguistic tool to bridge that gap. The thinking is mine. The words are a collaboration.

  • I Stopped Trying to Stay on Top. That’s When Things Got Easier.

    I Stopped Trying to Stay on Top. That’s When Things Got Easier.

    What a forgotten Japanese tradition taught me about accepting the things I cannot control.

    Photo by enkuu smile on Unsplash

    A few weeks ago, I sat in a café with Nicholas and Catherine and watched Catherine describe what I recognized immediately: the specific exhaustion of someone who had been trying very hard to stay in a good place, and had failed, and was now convinced the failure was her own fault.

    She’d been working well for months. Good momentum, good output, good feeling about her research. Then one thing went wrong — her thesis outline came back for a complete rethink. Not a failure, just a redirection. But by the time she told us about it, that single event had somehow grown into a full indictment of her presence in Japan, her academic ability, her future plans.

    Nicholas called it panic. He wasn’t wrong. But I kept thinking about something older than financial terminology — a way of understanding cycles that I’ve carried for a long time, not because I studied it formally, but because it was simply part of the air I grew up breathing.

    What Onmyodo Actually Is

    Most Westerners encounter yin and yang as a symbol — the circle with the two interlocking shapes, one dark, one light, each containing a seed of the other. It’s been on t-shirts and tattoos long enough that the meaning has worn smooth.

    But the tradition behind that symbol, Onmyodo (陰陽道), is a cosmological framework that has shaped Japanese thought for over a thousand years. It’s not a religion in the Western sense. It doesn’t ask you to believe in anything supernatural. At its core, it simply describes the structure of change — how everything moves between states, and why neither state is permanent.

    Yin (陰) and yang (陽) are not opposites at war. They are phases. One is always transforming into the other. Yang — the bright, active, expansive — carries within it the seed of yin before it reaches its peak. And yin — the quiet, receptive, contracting — carries within it the seed of yang before it reaches its floor.

    This is not a metaphor. It’s meant as a description of how things actually work.

    The Part That Changed How I Move Through the World

    I was not always as calm about difficult periods as I probably appear now. I trained in Kendo from the age of six, and Kendo teaches — or is supposed to teach — fudoshin: immovable mind. I misunderstood this for years. I thought it meant never being disturbed. An inner stillness so complete that nothing could reach it.

    That’s not what it means. It means being disturbed and not losing your footing.

    The difference is enormous. One is a fantasy of imperviousness. The other is a skill you actually develop.

    Onmyodo helped me make peace with that distinction. If yin always follows yang — if the low always follows the high, not as punishment but as physics — then the goal cannot be to prevent the low. The goal is to know it’s coming. Not intellectually, in a way that sits untouched in the background, but actually know it, in a way that changes your posture before it arrives.

    I keep a prepared bag near my door — water, a few days of essentials, documents, a small amount of cash. I’ve kept it there since the 1995 earthquake. Not because I think about earthquakes every day, but because having it there means I’ve already accepted the possibility. The bag doesn’t cause me anxiety. It prevents it. The preparation is the acceptance, and the acceptance is what makes it possible to live without bracing.

    The low period works the same way.

    Three Things I Actually Do

    I want to be careful here. I’m not an Onmyodo practitioner in any formal sense. I can’t explain the cosmological significance of directions, or interpret the traditional calendar. What I can say is how this framework has shaped my habits — the small, ordinary things I do when I feel the cycle turning.

    1. I name the phase without judgment.

    When things slow down — work feels heavier, energy feels thinner, ideas feel less alive — I try to say to myself, as plainly as possible: I’m in a yin phase right now. Not “something is wrong.” Not “I need to fix this.” Just: the cycle is here. This is what it looks like.

    That naming does something. It converts a vague anxiety into a simple fact. And simple facts are easier to be with than vague anxieties.

    2. I stop trying to force yang.

    This is harder than it sounds. Modern life, especially professional life, runs entirely on the assumption that productivity should be continuous. If you’re slowing down, you need to troubleshoot. You need to optimize. You need to find the leak.

    Sometimes there is no leak. Sometimes the cycle is just in yin, and the most sensible thing is to let it be yin.

    I use this time deliberately. I do the less demanding work. I read more than I write. I walk instead of running. I cook slowly. None of this is giving up. It’s recharging in the way the season actually calls for, not in the way I wish the season was.

    3. I change something small in my environment.

    This might sound odd, but I’ve found it genuinely useful. When I feel stuck — when the quality of a yin phase starts to feel heavy rather than just quiet — I change something physical. Sometimes I move my desk to face a different direction. I put a plant on my worktable. I clean a space I’ve been ignoring.

    The function isn’t feng shui in any mystical sense. The function is signal. Moving the desk is a physical act that tells my body: something has shifted. It’s a small ceremony of transition. It works on my nervous system in ways I can’t fully explain, and I’ve stopped needing to.

    The Part Catherine Understood Before She Had the Words for It

    What struck me in our conversation wasn’t the spiral itself — that’s common enough, and understandable. What struck me was the moment Catherine said: I turned one thing into everything.

    That’s the real work of a difficult cycle. Not surviving it, but keeping it the right size.

    The thesis came back. That was the event. Everything that followed — the questions about belonging, the sleeplessness, the spreading doubt — that was the mind’s response to the event. The event was yin. The spiral was something the mind built on top of yin.

    I’ve done it myself. Anyone who has worked hard for a long time and experienced a sudden reversal has done it. You start asking what it means. And the mind, left to its own devices at 3 a.m., will find the darkest possible answer.

    What Onmyodo gave me wasn’t optimism. It gave me a different kind of question to ask when things turn. Not what does this mean? but what phase is this? Because what does this mean is a question with no floor. It can spiral downward as long as you let it. But what phase is this is a question with a simple answer: this is yin. It won’t last. That’s not a promise — it’s the nature of the cycle.

    A Note on What This Isn’t

    I’m not suggesting everyone should study Onmyodo or reorganize their life around it. I’m not a practitioner, and I have no interest in being a cultural gatekeeper about something I hold loosely myself.

    What I am saying is that this particular idea — that low periods are not malfunctions, that they are phases with their own logic and their own end — has been genuinely useful to me. Not as a philosophy I believe in the way one believes in a doctrine, but as a frame I reach for when the cycle turns.

    Nicholas reaches for scenario planning. Catherine, I think, is still working out what she reaches for. That’s fine. The specific container matters less than having one.

    What This Means to Me

    I don’t remember exactly when I stopped trying to maintain the high. It wasn’t a single decision. It was more like a gradual loosening — the way you stop fighting a current and start moving with it.

    What I know is that since then, the difficult periods are still difficult, but they don’t compound the way they used to. A slow week is a slow week. A setback is a setback. They don’t become evidence of some deeper failure, because I’m not trying to prove anything by staying on top.

    The earthquake bag by the door isn’t optimism or pessimism. It’s just honesty about the nature of things.

    The low periods are the same. They’re coming. They always were. Knowing that isn’t resignation — it’s the only preparation that actually works.

    This essay is a companion to the dialogue “Everything Felt Wrong at the Same Time. Was That Just Bad Luck? (Diarogue)” — a conversation with Nicholas and Catherine about cycles, spirals, and why the first bad thing is rarely the real problem.

  • The Man Who Chose the Hard Way: Reading Yoshikawa’s Musashi as a Mirror

    The Man Who Chose the Hard Way: Reading Yoshikawa’s Musashi as a Mirror

    Photo by Antonio Pena on Unsplash

    What Do You Think About When Death Gets Close?

    I don’t mean this as a dramatic opener. It’s a real question — one I find myself returning to whenever I read the final pages of Yoshikawa Eiji’s Musashi.

    There’s a moment in the novel — the duel at Ganryūjima — that I’ve read more than once, and each time it does something strange to me. Sasaki Kojirō arrives first. He is polished, precise, supremely confident. He has spent his life perfecting a single technique — the Tsubame Gaeshi, a strike so fast it was said to cut down a swallow in mid-flight. He waits on the beach, composed, certain. The morning is still. The sea is flat.

    Then he waits a little longer.
    And longer still.

    When Musashi’s boat finally appears on the horizon, Kojirō is already irritated. By the time it beaches, he is furious. Musashi is late — deliberately, almost insultingly late. He steps off the boat holding not a proper sword but a roughly shaped piece of wood, carved from his oar during the crossing. He hasn’t even bothered to bring a real blade.

    Kojirō draws immediately, his scabbard thrown aside. The throw is elegant. Unnecessary. The gesture of a man performing his own legend.

    Musashi doesn’t react. He watches.

    What Yoshikawa captures in the pages that follow isn’t really a fight. It’s two completely different relationships with death meeting head-on.

    Kojirō dies not because his technique fails him. He dies because Musashi, in that moment, simply isn’t afraid. And Kojirō — for all his mastery — is.

    Before We Go Further: What Is This Novel?

    If you’ve never encountered Musashi before, a brief orientation might be useful — because the book has an unusual status, somewhere between historical fiction, national mythology, and genuine philosophical text.

    Yoshikawa Eiji’s Musashi was serialized in Japan’s Asahi Shimbun newspaper from 1935 to 1939. It’s a long novel — over a thousand pages in English translation — and it follows the life of Miyamoto Musashi from his chaotic youth through decades of wandering, dueling, and reluctant self-examination. It was enormously popular when it was published and remains so today. For many Japanese readers, Yoshikawa’s Musashi is Musashi — the historical figure and the fictional character have fused almost completely in the public imagination.

    The important thing to understand is that Yoshikawa was writing fiction. He took the broad outlines of a real life and built a novel around them. The historical Miyamoto Musashi was a real person — a swordsman, a painter, and a strategist who lived from roughly 1584 to 1645. The duel at Ganryūjima almost certainly happened. Many of the other details are invented or embellished.

    But the historical Musashi did leave behind one verified text of his own: the Go Rin No Sho (五輪書), the Book of Five Rings, written in the final weeks of his life in a mountain cave. That text has never gone out of print. It’s studied in Japanese martial arts schools, taught in business schools in the United States and Europe, and has been cited by everyone from hedge fund managers to professional athletes as a framework for thinking under pressure.

    So we have two versions of Musashi: the literary one Yoshikawa gave us, and the historical one who actually put brush to paper in 1645. I find both valuable, and I think they’re best read in sequence — the novel first, as a way of understanding the person, and then the Go Rin No Sho as a way of encountering the mind directly.

    That’s the order I want to follow here.

    A Young Man Who Couldn’t Stop Fighting

    The Musashi of the novel’s early chapters is not someone you’d necessarily admire. He is raw, furious, and convinced that killing enough people will eventually make him invincible. He fights with the kind of desperation that looks like courage but is mostly fear with nowhere to go.

    Yoshikawa doesn’t let him off the hook for this. The novel’s structure — and it’s a long novel, originally serialized in a newspaper over nearly a decade — is essentially the story of what happens when a gifted, violent young man is slowly forced to confront the difference between winning fights and understanding what he’s actually doing.

    That transformation doesn’t happen through a single revelation. It happens through loss. Through humiliation. Through being suspended in a tree for days by the monk Takuan. Through falling in love with someone he can’t have. Through watching people he respects die in ways that make no dramatic sense.

    Musashi doesn’t become great because he trained harder. He becomes great because he eventually stopped running from the parts of himself he didn’t like.

    From Emotion to Observation

    There’s a passage in the novel — I’m paraphrasing here, because the nuance matters more than the exact words — where the older Musashi reflects on how his sword has changed. When he was young, he fought against his opponent. Later, he realized he had spent most of his career fighting against himself. The anger, the pride, the need to prove something. His own emotions were his most dangerous enemy.

    What he eventually developed — and what Yoshikawa renders in increasingly sparse, almost meditative prose as the novel progresses — is something closer to observation than aggression. Not passivity. Not detachment in the sense of not caring. Something harder to describe: a quality of presence that didn’t flinch, didn’t project, didn’t anticipate. He became someone who could see a situation as it actually was, not as his fear or ambition needed it to be.

    I’m aware that sounds like the kind of thing you’d read on a motivational poster. But in the context of Yoshikawa’s novel, it earns that description slowly, over hundreds of pages of failure.

    When I think about it in terms of ordinary life — not sword fights, but the situations where I’ve made decisions badly — the pattern is recognizable. The times I’ve acted from wounded pride, or reacted before I understood what was actually happening. Musashi’s arc, as Yoshikawa tells it, is essentially a very long, painful lesson in the gap between reaction and response.

    I’m not sure I’ve fully learned it either.

    Why He Won at Ganryūjima (My Reading, Not the Official One)

    There are many interpretations of why Musashi defeated Kojirō. The psychological game of arriving late. The sun in Kojirō’s eyes. Superior reach with the longer wooden sword.

    But what strikes me in Yoshikawa’s rendering is something subtler.

    Kojirō, by that point in the novel, has become his own technique. He is the Tsubame Gaeshi. He has identified completely with his reputation, his method, his certainty. When Musashi steps off that boat, Kojirō is already furious — and that fury is the tell. It means he needs the duel to go a certain way. He has something to lose.

    Musashi, by contrast, has spent the journey across the water carving a sword from an oar. In Zen terms — and I’m reading this in, I should say, not claiming Yoshikawa intended this explicitly — he arrives in something close to mushin (無心): no-mind, or perhaps more accurately, no-agenda. He isn’t fighting to prove something. He isn’t fighting to protect a reputation. He’s simply there, present, awake to what the moment actually requires.

    Ku (空) — emptiness, in the Buddhist sense — isn’t a void. It’s the absence of obstruction. A mirror that reflects everything because it clings to nothing.

    That’s my reading of it. You might read it differently. The novel supports multiple interpretations, and I think that’s part of its value.

    What I Take From This (For Myself, Not As Advice)

    I want to be careful here, because this kind of writing slides easily into prescription — here’s what Musashi can teach you about leadership — and that’s not what I’m interested in.

    But I’ll say what I actually do with it, and leave you to decide whether it’s relevant to you.

    When I’m in a situation where I feel reactive — where something has been said or done and I want to respond immediately, from that tight place in the chest — I sometimes think of Kojirō. Not Musashi. Kojirō.

    Because Kojirō is the more relatable figure, honestly. He worked extraordinarily hard. He was genuinely skilled. He had real reasons to be confident. And he still lost, because in that final moment he couldn’t find the gap between what was happening and his feelings about it.

    That gap is very small, and very hard to hold open, and I don’t always manage it. But I find the image useful. The question it leaves me with isn’t how do I become more like Musashi? — that feels like the wrong framing. It’s more like: in this particular moment, what is actually happening, versus what am I afraid is happening?

    Those are often different things.

    What This Means to Me

    I’ve lived most of my life surrounded by the aesthetics of the sword — not as violence, but as michi (道), the Way. Kendo was part of my childhood in the way that Saturday morning baseball might have been part of someone else’s. Not something I chose, exactly. Something that was simply there, shaping how I held my body, how I entered a room, what I noticed when I was nervous.

    Reading Yoshikawa’s Musashi as an adult is a strange experience because of that. I recognize things in it that I absorbed long before I had language for them. The idea that your biggest opponent is internal. That the perfection of technique, without an equally serious reckoning with the self, eventually becomes a trap.

    I don’t know if this maps onto your life. I suspect something in it might, because the psychological pattern Yoshikawa is describing — the long, uncomfortable work of learning to act from clarity rather than fear — doesn’t seem uniquely Japanese to me. But I’m aware that I’m reading it from inside a particular tradition, and you’re reading it from outside one.

    That difference matters. I’d rather honor it than flatten it.

    What I can say is this: when I finished the novel again recently, the feeling I was left with wasn’t admiration for Musashi exactly. It was something more like recognition. The awareness that the hardest thing he had to defeat was something he carried with him everywhere.

    Reading the Book of Five Rings written by Miyamoto Musashi

    Read an article about Sasaki Kojiro, whom Musashi fought.

    Takeshi Kitagawa is a graphic and textile designer based in Osaka. He writes about Japanese philosophy and aesthetics for Western readers at SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT.

    A note on process: The thinking in this piece is mine, shaped by decades of living inside Japanese culture. The English is a collaboration with AI. As I’ve written elsewhere: AI is my brush, not my brain.

  • Mindful Eating through the Shinto Spirit of Gratitude

    It is the practice of appreciating the ‘life’ within rice and crops, rooted in the Shinto belief that deities reside in all things.

    Onigiri (rice balls) from Japanese convenience stores
    Onigiri (rice balls) from Japanese convenience stores (Photo by Takeshi Kitagawa)

    A few weeks ago, I watched a young woman from France sitting on the bench outside a Lawson near Shinsaibashi. She was holding a tuna mayo onigiri with both hands, reading the back of the package with the kind of focused attention most of us reserve for something genuinely important. When she finally unwrapped it — that distinctive three-step ritual with the plastic — she took her first bite and just stopped. Eyes closed—something like quiet disbelief on her face.

    I had just walked out of the same store, holding my own onigiri. I’d already eaten three that week without once stopping to think about what I was eating.

    I’m not telling this story to romanticize a tourist moment. I’m telling it because something about watching her made me uneasy — and it took me a few days to understand why. It wasn’t that the experience moved her. It was that I wasn’t.

    The Ordinary Is Never Actually Ordinary

    That onigiri she was holding — the one that stopped her in her tracks — is rice. Shaped by hand, or by a machine that imitates a hand. Salt. A sheet of nori. Maybe some tuna mixed with mayonnaise.

    But rice in Japan is not simply rice.

    Recent archaeological findings have pushed back the timeline of rice cultivation in Japan further than we once believed — into the Jomon period, long before the Yayoi era that textbooks traditionally cite. This means that somewhere around three thousand years ago, possibly more, people on these islands were already tending rice paddies, watching the water levels, reading the sky.

    They were also eating shellfish. We know this because their kitchen middens — kaizuka, shell mounds — are scattered across Japan even today as place names. Kaizuka in Osaka. Kaizuka in Chiba. Fragments of a diet embedded permanently into the geography of the country.

    What strikes me about this is not the antiquity of it. It’s the attention. These were people who paid close attention to what the land and the sea gave them. They had to. Their lives depended on it.

    When Gods Ate With People

    The ancient Japanese didn’t just eat what the land gave them. They gave it back — symbolically, ritually, as an acknowledgment that what they received was not owed to them.

    In the Kojiki, Japan’s oldest chronicle of myth and history, two goddesses appear in one of its stranger passages: Kisagaihime, the clam shell goddess, and Umugihime, the ark shell goddess. They are summoned to restore the god Okuninushi after he is killed. They do so by grinding shell into a paste that becomes mother’s milk. It’s a peculiar myth, but it preserves something: the sea’s gifts were understood as having their own divine agency. The shellfish didn’t belong to humans. They were on loan.

    The rice, too, arrived with a story. Ninigi no Mikoto, the grandson of Amaterasu, the sun goddess, descended from the heavens to the Japanese islands carrying with him seeds of sacred rice — the same rice, in a theological sense, that grows in Japan today. The Niiname-sai, the harvest festival held each autumn, and the Daijosai, performed once in the reign of each new Emperor, re-enact this moment: the first rice of the season offered to the gods before anyone eats.

    But here is the part of Shinto that often gets lost in translation: the gods don’t keep the offering. In a practice called shinku — sometimes translated as “communal eating with the gods” — the food offered to the deities is brought down from the altar and shared among the community. The gods eat first. Then the people eat what the gods have eaten.

    This is not a metaphor. It’s a practice still observed at shrines across Japan. The distance between the divine and the human, in Shinto, was never meant to be infinite.

    A Word With No English Translation

    Before every meal in Japan, we say itadakimasu.

    Most Japanese children learn it as table manners. You say it before you eat, the same way you say please and thank you. But the word itself means something more specific: I humbly receive. It comes from the verb itadaku, which means to receive something from someone above you, with both hands, with your head slightly bowed.

    You are not just acknowledging the food. You are acknowledging everything that made the food possible. The farmer who grew it. The fisherman. The truck driver. The person who cooked it. And further back — the soil, the rain, the sea, the sun.

    When you trace itadakimasu back far enough, you arrive at the shrine altar. At Ninigi’s seeds. At the clam goddess grinding shell into something that could restore life.

    This is what I mean when I say that Shinto offers a different shape of mindfulness. It doesn’t ask you to empty your mind. It asks you to fill it — briefly, honestly — with the full weight of what you’re about to receive.

    What We’ve Stopped Noticing

    I don’t want to be the person who says things were better before. They weren’t, not simply, not across the board. People in Jomon Japan died from things we now cure in a weekend. The abundance we live inside — the ability to walk into a Lawson at midnight and buy a perfectly made onigiri for 130 yen — is genuinely extraordinary. It represents centuries of agricultural refinement, infrastructure, refrigeration, logistics, and labor.

    But that’s exactly the problem. It’s so extraordinary that it has become invisible.

    Somewhere in the gap between extraordinary and invisible, itadakimasu became a reflex. A sound you make before eating, the way you say “fine” when someone asks how you are. The word is still there. What it was pointing at has quietly left the room.

    I don’t think this is unique to Japan. I think it’s what happens when scarcity disappears. You stop noticing what you have because the effort of obtaining it is no longer visible to you. The fish arrives in a plastic tray. The rice is microwaveable. The sea and the soil are somewhere behind the packaging, behind the supply chain, behind the convenience.

    What I can speak to is Japan specifically, and to my own generation — people old enough to remember when rice was something your grandmother made with visible intention, something you didn’t waste, something that arrived at the table with a certain weight. That weight has not disappeared. We have just stopped feeling it.

    The Frenchwoman’s Onigiri

    I keep coming back to the woman at Lawson.

    She didn’t know about Ninigi no Mikoto. She almost certainly didn’t know the word itadakimasu or what it meant. She had no framework for Shinto, no understanding of Niiname-sai or the ritual logic of shrine offerings.

    And yet she stopped. She paid attention. She received what she was given with something resembling gratitude, even if she couldn’t have named it that.

    I had the framework. I had grown up with the word, the rituals, the stories. I walked past all of it to check my phone.

    I’m not drawing a lesson from this. I’m not sure what the lesson would be, or who it belongs to. What I’m left with is the discomfort of the gap — between what I know and what I actually practice, between the tradition I was given and how casually I’ve come to carry it.

    Maybe that discomfort is where it starts. Or maybe this is just what happens to every generation, and the generation after us will feel it fresh again.

    The rice doesn’t change. Only our relationship to it does.

    What to Take Away

    There are two ways to be present with what you eat.

    One is to empty yourself — to let the meal be simply what it is, in this moment, without history or story. The Zen direction.

    The other is to fill yourself — to let the full weight of what arrived on the table actually land. Where it grew. What moved it from the field to the plate. Whose hands were involved, seen and unseen. The Shinto direction, if you want to call it that.

    Itadakimasu was designed for the second kind. Whether it still performs that function depends entirely on who is saying it and whether anyone is home when they say it.

    What I can tell you is that a French woman eating an onigiri on a bench outside a Lawson in Shinsaibashi stopped completely — without knowing any of this history — because something in the experience was too present to ignore.

    And I walked past her, heading somewhere.

    I said itadakimasu this morning. I think I meant it.

    I’m fairly sure I’ll forget to mean it tomorrow. And probably remember again the day after.

    That might be what practice actually looks like, rather than the version I prefer to imagine — where the understanding arrives once and stays.

    Takeshi Kitagawa is a graphic and textile designer based in Osaka, and the author of SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT — a publication exploring Japanese philosophy and culture for Western readers.

    This essay is a companion piece to the dialogue The Mindfulness That Asks You to Fill Your Mind, Not Empty It.

  • The River Is Still There — Even When You’re Not Looking (Diarogue)

    The River Is Still There — Even When You’re Not Looking (Diarogue)

    A conversation about meditation, attention, and the season you almost missed.

    The terrace seating at a restaurant we frequent, located along a large river. (Photo by Takeshi Kitagawa)

    Late May, Osaka. A bar with an open terrace along the Okawa river, just east of Kitahama. The air is warm but the night breeze carries something cool underneath it — the last of spring before the heat arrives. The cherry blossoms are long gone. Now it’s roses: the park along the riverbank has been in full bloom for two weeks, though most people walking past haven’t slowed down to notice. Takeshi, Nicholas, and Catherine have claimed a table outside. Two beers and a glass of white wine. The river moves quietly below.

    Nicholas: God, this is nice. I walk past this river every single day on my way to the office and I never actually — look at it. You know what I mean?

    Takeshi: I know exactly what you mean.

    Nicholas: It’s just there. Background. Like elevator music.

    Catherine: The roses are blooming too, did you notice? In the park. There are so many varieties — I went last weekend and spent probably an hour just walking around. I didn’t even know that park existed until last month.

    Nicholas: Seriously? I’ve worked in Kitahama for three years.

    Catherine: (laughing) I only found it because I got lost.

    Takeshi: This is my favorite time of year in Osaka. Not summer — summer is brutal. And not the cherry blossom weeks, honestly, because everyone is out and there’s a kind of pressure to enjoy it properly. This — right now — this in-between. Warm enough to sit outside, cool enough that the night air still feels like something. Another few weeks and it’ll be gone.

    Nicholas: Yeah, well. Some of us have quarterly reports due.

    Takeshi: And yet here you are.

    Nicholas: (raising his glass) And yet here I am. Fair point.

    A boat passes slowly on the river, its lights trailing across the water. The three of them watch it for a moment without saying anything.

    Catherine: Can I ask you something, Takeshi-san? I read your essay — the one about meditation. The line that stayed with me was the one about being present on the riverbank. “Not somewhere else in my head.” I’ve been thinking about that all week.

    Takeshi: What part of it stayed with you?

    Catherine: The part where you said you don’t call it meditation. But it kind of is, right? Just… standing there, watching the water.

    Takeshi: I think so. Or at least it’s pointing in the same direction. Whether you want to put the word “meditation” on it — I’m not sure the label matters that much.

    Nicholas: Okay, I’ll be honest. I’ve always found the whole meditation thing a little — I don’t know. Precious? Like, I get that it probably does something, but the idea of sitting cross-legged and trying to think about nothing for twenty minutes sounds like something I would fail at immediately and then feel bad about.

    Takeshi: Most people do. Fail at it, I mean — or think they’re failing. Usually because they’ve decided the goal is to stop thinking.

    Nicholas: Isn’t it?

    Takeshi: No. That’s probably the most common misunderstanding. Thoughts will come. They always come. The practice isn’t stopping them — it’s noticing that you’ve followed one, and coming back.

    Nicholas: Coming back to what?

    Takeshi: To here. To now. To whatever is actually in front of you.

    Nicholas: (gesturing at the river) Like — like this? Just watching the river?

    Takeshi: If you’re actually watching it, yes. If you’re watching it while mentally drafting tomorrow’s emails, that’s something different.

    Nicholas: (pause) Okay, that’s fair. That’s — yeah, that’s me most of the time, honestly.

    Catherine: I tried using one of those apps for a while. Headspace, I think. I did it every morning for about a month and then just… stopped. I’m not sure why. It didn’t feel bad. It just felt like one more thing I was supposed to be doing correctly.

    Takeshi: That’s a real problem with the way it’s usually presented. It becomes a performance. Something you complete. Check the box, move on.

    Catherine: Exactly. And I could never tell if I was doing it right.

    Takeshi: What did “right” feel like in your head?

    Catherine: I guess — calm? Like, fully calm. No thoughts at all.

    Takeshi: And how often did that happen?

    Catherine: (laughing softly) Never. Maybe once, for about thirty seconds.

    Takeshi: That thirty seconds wasn’t the reward for doing it right. That was the practice. The thirty seconds of noticing that you were here, without friction. The rest of the time — the wandering, the returning — that’s also the practice.

    Catherine: So there’s no moment where it clicks and you’re just… good at it?

    Takeshi: I’ve been doing some version of this for thirty years. I’m still wandering and returning. The wandering doesn’t go away. The returning gets a little more familiar.

    Nicholas: Thirty years. See, that’s the part that gets me. Because I can commit to something if I know what I’m training for. Like — (he thinks for a moment) — okay. Aaron Judge. You want to hit like Aaron Judge, you work on your mechanics, your timing, your strength. There’s a target. There’s a way to measure whether you’re getting closer. What’s the target with meditation?

    Takeshi: That’s a good question, and I’m not sure I can answer it in a way that’ll satisfy you.

    Nicholas: Try.

    Takeshi: The target, if there is one, is something like — the gap between something happening and you reacting to it. Right now, for most people, something happens and the reaction is almost simultaneous. Someone says something annoying in a meeting and you’re already tense before you’ve even registered being tense. The practice creates a little space in that gap. Not distance — space. You still feel the irritation. You just have a moment before you become it.

    Nicholas: Huh. (he considers this) Like pitch recognition.

    Takeshi: What?

    Nicholas: In baseball. The best hitters, they don’t just swing or not swing — they see the ball early, they have a fraction of a second more than everyone else to decide. That’s a trained thing. You develop it.

    Takeshi: Yes. That’s actually very close to what I mean.

    Nicholas: (slightly surprised at himself) Okay. That I can work with.

    Catherine sets down her glass and looks out at the river. The roses in the park are invisible in the dark, but the scent reaches the terrace occasionally when the breeze shifts.

    Catherine: I think what I actually miss — when I’m too busy — is noticing the season. Like, I’ll suddenly realize it’s June and I have no idea when that happened. The cherry blossoms, I barely saw them this year. I was studying for an exam.

    Takeshi: The Okawa is famous for the cherry blossoms. Did you know that?

    Catherine: I’d heard that. I kept meaning to go.

    Nicholas: I went. For about ten minutes. Then my phone buzzed and I ended up answering emails standing under the trees.

    Takeshi: (quietly) That’s — that’s actually a kind of sad image, Nicholas.

    Nicholas: (laughing) Yeah, okay, I know. I know.

    Takeshi: The seasons move whether you’re watching or not. The cherry blossoms don’t wait. The roses right now — in two weeks, maybe less, they’ll be past their best. This air, this temperature, this specific quality of the evening — it won’t come back. Not exactly like this.

    Nicholas: Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?

    Takeshi: Neither. It’s just true.

    Catherine: It makes me want to come back to the rose park before they’re gone. Like, actually put it in my calendar.

    Nicholas: That’s a very Catherine thing to say.

    Catherine: What’s wrong with that?

    Nicholas: Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with it. I’m just — (he pauses, looking at the river)

    I’m trying to remember the last time I did something just to look at it. Not as a break from something. Just because it was there.

    Takeshi: That’s the thing, I think. You don’t have to meditate in any formal sense. You don’t need a cushion or an app or a teacher. But you do need to occasionally stop moving long enough to notice where you are. Even five minutes. Even just — standing at the railing on the bridge and watching the water.

    Nicholas: And that does something?

    Takeshi: I think so. I can’t prove it. I can’t tell you your sleep will improve or your quarterly reports will get easier. But I think something shifts, over time, when you make even a small habit of being where you are. What shifts — I genuinely can’t promise.

    Nicholas: Very reassuring, Takeshi. Really.

    Takeshi: (smiling) I know. I’m sorry. But I’d rather say that than make a promise I can’t keep.

    Catherine: I actually appreciate that. Every wellness article I read promises you’ll be transformed in thirty days and then — nothing. Or something, but not the thing they promised.

    Nicholas: Okay, so — no promises. But you’re saying it’s worth trying.

    Takeshi: I’m saying it costs almost nothing and the direction it points seems worth pointing in. That’s the most I’ll give you.

    Nicholas: (draining his glass) Fine. I’ll try standing on the bridge for five minutes on my way to work.

    Catherine: I’ll come back to the rose park.

    Takeshi: Good. Come before they’re gone.

    The boat that passed earlier is long out of sight. The river is quiet again, just the sound of water and, from somewhere further along the bank, music from another terrace. The breeze shifts, and for a moment the scent of roses is unmistakable.

    Nicholas notices it before any of them says anything.

    He doesn’t mention it. But he doesn’t pick up his phone either.

    What to Take Away

    This conversation didn’t arrive at a technique or a program. It didn’t need to.

    What came up instead was something simpler: the season is moving, the river is there whether you look at it or not, and five minutes of genuine attention might be the beginning of something — or it might just be five minutes of genuine attention. Either way, it seems worth finding out.

    The cherry blossoms are gone. The roses won’t wait. What’s in front of you right now won’t be there in exactly this form tomorrow.

    That’s not a reason to be anxious about it. It might be a reason to look.

    About the Characters

    Takeshi Kitagawa is a graphic and textile designer based in Osaka. Nicholas is a General Manager at an international financial firm in Kitahama. Catherine is a humanities graduate student at Osaka University in Toyonaka. Nicholas and Catherine are fictional characters based on real people and real conversations.

    If this conversation left you with questions about where the practice actually comes from —

    The ideas touched on here — mushin, the gap between knowing about something and knowing it, what D.T. Suzuki was really pointing at — are explored more directly in an earlier piece.

    This article was written with AI assistance for English expression. “AI is my brush, not my brain.” — Takeshi Kitagawa

  • You Don’t Need to Empty Your Mind

    You Don’t Need to Empty Your Mind

    On meditation, muscle training, and the kind of change you can’t see in the mirror.

    The Okawa river at night, lit from below — the surface of the water catching the light, the far bank quiet and dark, a breeze just barely visible in the reflections. (Photo by Takeshi Kitagawa)
    The Okawa river at night, lit from below — the surface of the water catching the light, the far bank quiet and dark, a breeze just barely visible in the reflections. (Photo by Takeshi Kitagawa)

    Let me say what this essay is not.

    It’s not a guide. It won’t tell you which app to use, how many minutes to sit, or what to do with your thoughts when they arrive uninvited. There’s no shortage of that kind of writing already, and I’m not sure I’d trust myself to add to it.

    What I want to do is something smaller. I want to think out loud about what meditation actually is — or at least, what I’ve come to understand it as after decades of practice — and why the expectations people bring to it so often get in the way.

    I should be upfront: I’m Japanese. I grew up around Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines. I spent nine years training in Kendo and Judo at a local police station, starting at age six. The particular quality of stillness that exists in a dojo before practice begins — that silence that isn’t empty but somehow full — that was part of my life before I had a word for it. I’m not saying any of this as a credential. I’m saying it as a caveat. My relationship to these ideas is not the same as choosing to try meditation as an adult. I don’t fully know what that’s like from the inside.

    So take what follows as one perspective. Not a prescription.

    The Gym Comparison, and Why It Only Goes So Far

    When people ask me how to explain meditation to someone who’s never tried it, I sometimes reach for the gym analogy. You don’t go to the gym once and become strong. You go consistently, over months and years, and the change accumulates in ways that aren’t always visible from week to week. Meditation is like that. Consistency matters more than intensity. You’re building something, even when it doesn’t feel like anything is happening.

    This comparison is useful, and I’ve used it. But it has a limit I’ve started to notice more as I get older.

    When you train at the gym, you can point to results. The numbers go up. The mirror changes. There’s a before and an after you can photograph. The feedback is concrete, relatively rapid, and measurable. Three months of serious training and most people can see the difference.

    Meditation doesn’t work like that. And this isn’t just a matter of scale — it’s not simply that the results take longer. It’s that they appear in a different register entirely.

    The changes meditation produces, if they come, are changes in how you are inside an experience — not what you can do, or what you look like, but how something feels from the inside while it’s happening. How you move through a difficult conversation. Whether there’s a half-second of space between something irritating you and your reaction to it. The quality of your attention when someone is speaking.

    None of that shows up on a scale. None of it photographs. And because it doesn’t, a lot of people practice for a while, notice nothing visible, and conclude that nothing is happening.

    Something might be happening. The problem is the instrument you’re using to check.

    What the Zen Tradition Actually Says About This

    Suzuki Daisetsu — D.T. Suzuki, whose work I’ve written about elsewhere — spent decades trying to describe to Western readers what Zen practice was actually pointing toward. He was careful, in a way I find admirable, not to dress it up as a self-improvement system.

    What he described, at its most ambitious, was something like mushin — 無心, often translated as “no-mind,” though that translation loses something. It’s less about the absence of thought and more about a state in which thought and action are not separated. The swordsman who has trained for twenty years doesn’t think now I raise my sword — the raising happens. The distinction between the person and the action dissolves. Suzuki saw this not as a trick of expertise but as a fundamental quality of consciousness that practice makes available.

    Alongside this, he pointed toward what might be called an overcoming of the ordinary fear of death and loss — not through denial, but through a shift in how one holds the boundary between self and world.

    These are large claims. And I want to be honest: I am not going to tell you that sitting on a cushion for ten minutes a day will take you there. It probably won’t. Getting to something like mushin — if it’s possible at all outside of decades of intensive practice — requires conditions most people aren’t interested in creating.

    I don’t say this to discourage. I say it because I think the distance between “ten-minute daily practice” and what Suzuki was describing is real, and pretending otherwise does nobody a favor.

    But here is the other thing I want to say, and this is the part I’ve had to think about more carefully.

    The Part Where I Stop Being Discouraging

    The fact that the ceiling is high doesn’t mean the floor isn’t worth standing on.

    I’ve heard people say — more than once — I tried meditation but I’m bad at it. I can’t stop thinking. And I always want to ask: who told you that was the goal?

    The idea that meditation means successfully emptying your mind is one of the more persistent and, I think, counterproductive misconceptions around the practice. It sets people up for a test they were never meant to take.

    You don’t need to stop thinking. Thoughts will come. In Zen practice — and I should say, there are many forms of meditation and I’m speaking from a particular tradition — thoughts arising during sitting are not failures. They’re just what minds do. The practice, if there is a practice, is simply noticing that you’ve followed a thought, and returning. Not with self-criticism. Just returning.

    That’s it. That’s most of it.

    There’s no goal state to reach during a session. There’s no correct amount of calm to achieve before the timer goes off. Sometimes you sit for what feels like a long time, and when you open your eyes, three minutes have passed. Other times you settle somewhere quiet and look up to find that ten minutes went by without your noticing — not because you went blank, but because the friction between you and the present moment dissolved for a while.

    Both of these are fine. Neither is better than the other.

    Sitting Is Not the Only Form

    There’s something else I want to say, because I think it matters and I don’t see it said enough.

    Formal seated meditation — eyes closed, cushion, timer — is one form. It’s a useful form. But the underlying quality it develops, that capacity for genuine attention, shows up in other places too.

    On my lunch break sometimes, when the weather is good, I go somewhere I can see the sky. Not to think about anything in particular. Just to watch it. Clouds move. The light shifts. Nothing needs to be done with this. It isn’t productive. But there’s something in the simple act of watching something that doesn’t need your participation — something that moves on its own schedule, indifferent to your presence — that I find returns me to myself.

    Japan is moving from spring into summer right now. The evenings are warm but the night air still carries a coolness that feels like a small gift. Lately I’ve been walking along the Okawa — the river that runs near my home — after dark. The water is lit from below, the light broken up and shifting on the surface. I’m not doing anything in particular. I’m not solving a problem or planning tomorrow. I’m standing at the railing, feeling the breeze, listening to the sound the water makes. That’s all.

    I don’t call this meditation. But if someone asked me what I was doing, I think the most honest answer would be:

    I was present. Not somewhere else in my head. Here, on this riverbank, in this particular evening, with this particular light on the water.

    That, I think, is what the practice is pointing toward. Not the cushion. Not the app. The capacity to actually be where you are.

    “[Photo: The Okawa at night — the lit water, the quiet bank, the last of the spring breeze before summer arrives]”

    Walking through a garden. Sitting with a cup of tea and actually tasting it, rather than drinking it while looking at a screen. Standing somewhere and listening — not for anything specific, just listening to what’s there.

    In the Zen tradition, there’s a quality called shizen — naturalness, or being at ease with the present moment — that isn’t achieved through forcing anything. It emerges when you stop trying to be somewhere other than where you are.

    I wouldn’t go so far as to say that looking at clouds is the same as formal meditation practice. But I do think the direction they point is the same. And for someone who finds formal sitting genuinely impossible, beginning with attention to the natural world isn’t a compromise. It’s a reasonable place to start.

    What I Can and Can’t Promise

    I’ve been practicing in some form for most of my adult life. I can tell you that something has changed in me because of it. I can’t tell you precisely what, because the changes are the kind that don’t show up when you look directly at them — they’re more visible in retrospect, or occasionally noticed by people who knew you before.

    I can’t promise you any particular outcome. I can’t tell you that your sleep will improve, or that anxiety will decrease, or that you’ll find yourself making different decisions. Maybe. Maybe not. Those results seem to happen for some people, and I have no reason to doubt them. But I’m skeptical of the framing where meditation is a delivery system for measurable wellness outputs, because that framing misses something about what’s actually being practiced.

    What I can say is this:

    The practice of returning your attention, again and again, to what is actually happening right now — without demanding that what is happening be different from what it is — is not a small thing. It runs against most of what contemporary life trains us to do. Most of life is optimization: make this better, get more of that, be somewhere other than here as quickly as possible.

    Sitting with what is, without improving it — that’s the practice. Simple to describe. Genuinely difficult. And the difficulty is not a problem to be solved. It’s the point.

    How to Start, If You Want To

    No app required. No cushion required, though a firm surface is more comfortable over time. No timer required, though it helps some people.

    Sit somewhere reasonably quiet. Close your eyes, or leave them slightly open and unfocused. Breathe normally — don’t try to control your breath, just notice it. Notice when a thought arrives and takes your attention. Notice that you’ve been gone for a while and come back. Don’t criticize yourself for leaving. Just return.

    That’s it.

    If three minutes pass, that’s fine. If you find yourself still sitting when ten minutes have gone by, that’s also fine. If you do this every day, something will probably shift over months, though I can’t tell you when or how. If you do it only occasionally, that’s also fine.

    The practice is the returning. Not the staying.

    What This Means to Me

    I was about thirty years into something resembling a practice before I stopped expecting it to produce results I could identify.

    That sounds like a long time, and maybe it is. But I don’t think the first thirty years were wasted — I think I was just measuring with the wrong instrument. I was looking for the gym results. The visible change, the number going up.

    What I understand now — or what I think I understand, with the caveat that tomorrow I might see it differently — is that the practice doesn’t build something. It removes something. Specifically, it gradually removes the habit of being somewhere other than where you are.

    That removal is invisible. There’s no mirror for it. You can’t photograph what isn’t there anymore.

    But occasionally, in the middle of an ordinary moment — drinking coffee, watching the sky, sitting in a difficult meeting and finding that you’re not somewhere else in your head — you notice something.

    A kind of presence.

    Not peace, exactly. Not calm, necessarily. Just the sensation of being where you are, without the usual friction.

    I can’t promise you that. I can’t even fully describe it. But I’ve been in that room enough times to think it’s worth looking for.

    Even if you find it for only a few minutes at a time.

    Even if some days you don’t find it at all.

    You don’t need to empty your mind. You just need to notice, again and again, that it’s full — and to find that noticing itself is a kind of quiet.

    About the Author

    Takeshi Kitagawa is a graphic and textile designer based in Osaka. SHIBUMIWORKS PROJECT explores Japanese philosophy, aesthetics, and culture for Western readers — through dialogue rather than instruction.

    A note on Suzuki and where this began

    Much of what I’ve touched on here — the gap between knowing about an experience and actually being inside one, the limits of instruction as a path to understanding — is something I’ve explored more directly in an earlier essay. If this piece raised more questions than it answered (which may be appropriate), the conversation continues there.

    This essay was written with AI assistance for English expression. The thinking is mine. The words are a collaboration. — Takeshi Kitagawa

  • Did We Ever Actually Like Bright Lights? (Diarogue)

    A Conversation About Tanizaki, Shadows, and the Aesthetics We Forgot We Had

    Photo by Milan Trninic on Unsplash

    This conversation grew out of a solo essay, “The Light We Forgot to Leave Out” published in Readers Club. The two pieces are independent — but they look at the same thing from different directions.

    It was a Friday evening, early December. The kind of night in Osaka when the air has finally committed to being cold. We were at a small standing bar near Kitahama — the kind of place with no name sign outside, just a frosted glass door and a warm light leaking underneath it. Nicholas had found it, which surprised me. It didn’t seem like his kind of place.

    He was already inside when Catherine and I arrived, nursing a glass of Yamazaki and looking mildly philosophical. That was also unusual.

    “I’ve been thinking about your essay,” he said, before we’d even taken off our coats.

    Nicholas: So I read it. The Tanizaki piece.

    Takeshi: The essay, or the article?

    Nicholas: Your article. Though I downloaded the essay too, which I haven’t finished. It’s slow going.

    Catherine: I read both. I actually read the essay first because I wanted to come in with context. (She set her bag down and unwound her scarf.) Can I ask something before we start? Who was Tanizaki, as a person? The essay reads like someone with very strong opinions about toilets and electric lighting, but I don’t have a sense of who he actually was.

    Takeshi: That’s a fair place to start. He’s hard to summarize. He was born in Tokyo in 1886, came from a merchant family — not aristocracy, not samurai class. He started writing in his twenties and almost immediately became controversial. His early work was very dark. Obsession, manipulation, beauty as something almost dangerous. Western critics sometimes compared him to Poe or Wilde.

    Nicholas: Huh. I didn’t get that from the shadows essay at all.

    Takeshi: Because In’ei Raisan is late Tanizaki. By 1933 he’d moved to the Kansai area — Kyoto, Osaka, around here — and something shifted. He became more interested in what Japan was losing than in transgression. More elegiac.

    Catherine: There’s something interesting about that timing, isn’t there? 1933 in Japan — that’s a pretty charged moment politically.

    Takeshi: It is. Though I’m careful about reading In’ei Raisan as political protest. I think he was genuinely just… sad about bad lighting. (A pause.) That sounds small when I say it like that. But it wasn’t small to him.

    Nicholas: It doesn’t sound small. It actually sounds completely reasonable. (He refilled his glass.) Here’s the thing that got me. I kept thinking he was going to be wrong, and then he wasn’t. That thing about the lacquer bowl — I immediately thought of my grandmother’s apartment.

    Catherine: Tell us.

    Nicholas: She was Italian-American, grew up in Brooklyn. Her apartment was — it was dark. She had these heavy drapes she never opened, lamps with low-wattage bulbs, candles on the table at dinner even when it wasn’t a special occasion. And her kitchen had this old ceramic bowl she kept fruit in, dark green, and I never thought of it as beautiful when I was a kid. It was just her fruit bowl. But I went back there after she died, when we were clearing out the apartment, and I picked it up in that same low light, and — I don’t know. It looked completely different from how I’d seen it in photographs.

    Catherine: That’s exactly what Tanizaki is describing.

    Nicholas: I know. That’s why it got to me. It’s not a Japanese thing, is what I’m saying. My grandmother wasn’t practicing any kind of philosophy. She just had that apartment.

    Takeshi: No, it’s not only Japanese. That’s something I think gets lost when Westerners encounter Japanese aesthetics — the assumption that you have to learn this sensitivity from Eastern thought. Most people have experienced it. They just haven’t had language for it, or they’ve been told the language is someone else’s.

    Catherine: Wabi-sabi tourism. (She smiled.) “Discover the ancient Japanese secret of finding beauty in imperfection.” As if Europeans never noticed that old things are beautiful.

    Nicholas: To be fair, Europeans spent a lot of the 20th century building things that were not beautiful in any light.

    Takeshi: (laughing) That’s also true.

    Catherine: Can I push on something? Because I think there’s a difference between having the sensitivity and building a world around the sensitivity. My grandmother — or your grandmother, Nicholas — might have had a dark apartment without necessarily thinking that the darkness was itself the point. Tanizaki is arguing that it was the point. That the aesthetic tradition was constructed around low light, that the objects were designed for it, the architecture was designed for it. That’s different from just happening to have curtains.

    Takeshi: That’s a genuinely important distinction.

    Nicholas: Is it, though? Does it matter if it was intentional? The result is the same.

    Catherine: I think it does matter. Because if it was constructed intentionally, then it can be recovered intentionally. If it’s just something that happened to some grandmothers in Brooklyn, then when they die, it’s gone.

    Takeshi: What she’s pointing at is something Tanizaki doesn’t quite say directly but implies throughout: that this aesthetic is fragile. It requires transmission. It has to be passed on through practice and environment, not just through reading about it.

    Nicholas: How is it transmitted in Japan? Like, do kids just absorb it?

    Takeshi: Mostly, yes. Though less than before, I think. You grow up in spaces that were designed for a certain quality of attention. Temple visits, traditional restaurants, rooms where someone has arranged a single branch of something in front of a scroll. You don’t think about it philosophically — it just trains your eye. And your expectations.

    Catherine: That’s true everywhere, though. I grew up in a house with a lot of natural light, big windows, white walls. Very California. And for a long time I thought rooms with a lot of light were just — correct. Healthy. Rooms that were dim felt depressing to me. I had to actively unlearn that.

    Nicholas: What changed it for you?

    Catherine: (She thought for a moment.) Honestly? Living in Japan. My apartment in Toyonaka is quite dark, and for the first few months I kept thinking I needed to do something about it. Buy more lamps. Then I stopped noticing, and then I started preferring it. Now when I go back to California, my parents’ house feels almost — aggressive to me. All that light.

    Takeshi: That’s the process Tanizaki is lamenting happened in reverse in Japan. Overnight, essentially.

    Nicholas: Okay, here’s where I’ll push back a little. Because there’s a version of this argument that becomes — look, I work in finance. I spend most of my day in a glass-fronted building that is, objectively, very bright. And I like it. I can see everything. I can read everything. Nothing is hidden.

    Takeshi: Nothing is hidden — is that only an advantage?

    Nicholas: In a financial context, yes. Absolutely.

    Takeshi: I’m not arguing with you about financial contexts. I don’t want shadow in a spreadsheet.

    Nicholas: (a short laugh) Okay, fair.

    Takeshi: But I think you already know that “I can see everything” doesn’t apply the same way in every part of life. You found this bar, which is not a place where you can see everything. You’re not even slightly bothered by that.

    Nicholas: (He looked around the room.) …Point taken.

    Catherine: That’s kind of the key, isn’t it?

    We’ve built our public spaces and work environments on the principle that maximum visibility equals maximum function. But we keep retreating, privately, into spaces that are softer.

    Dimly lit bars, candlelit dinners, bedside lamps. We’ve just stopped thinking of that as aesthetic choice. We call it “ambiance.”

    Takeshi: Or “mood lighting,” which manages to make it sound slightly embarrassing.

    Nicholas: (dry) “Sorry, I need to turn off this overhead light for ambiance reasons. Very spiritual.”

    Catherine: (laughing) Right, exactly. There’s no vocabulary for it that doesn’t sound either pretentious or like you’re setting a romantic scene.

    Takeshi: Tanizaki gives you vocabulary. That’s part of what the essay does — it names something that was operating without language. And once it’s named, you can’t quite un-notice it.

    Catherine: There’s one part I want to ask you about. The section on the toilet.

    Nicholas: I was going to say — that section is bizarre.

    Takeshi: He knows it’s going to seem bizarre. That’s why he writes it with such composure. He’s essentially daring you to dismiss it.

    Catherine: And you can’t, really. I kept waiting for the logic to fall apart and it didn’t. He’s describing something very specific — this idea that the most functional room in the house was also given the most careful aesthetic attention. Not the grand rooms. The room you go to alone, in the cold, briefly, every day.

    Takeshi: There’s something in Japanese spatial design — I’m being careful not to over-generalize here — where the threshold, the edge, the pause-point, gets more attention than the destination. The genkan where you remove your shoes. The covered walkway between buildings. The small garden you cross to reach a tea room. These transitions matter. The toilet, for Tanizaki, is a kind of forced pause in the day. A moment of solitude and quiet. Why wouldn’t you design it well?

    Nicholas: You know what that actually reminds me of? Fenway Park.

    Catherine: …The baseball stadium?

    Nicholas: Hear me out. Old stadiums — Fenway, Wrigley — have these narrow concourses, low ceilings, you can barely see where you’re going. And then you come up the ramp and the field opens up in front of you. Green, enormous, completely unexpected even though you knew it was there. New stadiums give you sight lines from the moment you walk in. They’re bigger, more comfortable, objectively better in most measurable ways. But they don’t do that. That moment of emergence.

    Takeshi: That’s a remarkably good example.

    Nicholas: I have my moments.

    Catherine: So the darkness before the light makes the light mean something.

    Nicholas: I guess so. I never thought about it that way, but yeah.

    Takeshi: Can I say something that might complicate this conversation slightly?

    Nicholas: Go ahead.

    Takeshi: Tanizaki wrote this essay in a moment of genuine loss. He was watching something disappear in real time. But I don’t think he was entirely right that it was disappearing. I think it was relocating.

    Catherine: What do you mean?

    Takeshi: The aesthetic sensibility he describes — preference for suggestion over exposure, for the beauty that lives in partial concealment — I see it everywhere in contemporary Japanese life. In the way food is plated. In the design of certain interiors. In how people dress here. It didn’t die with gas lamps. It migrated.

    Nicholas: So the form changed but the instinct stayed.

    Takeshi: Something like that. Though I’m not certain about it. It might also be that I want that to be true.

    Catherine: I think that’s actually the most honest thing you’ve said tonight.

    Takeshi: (quietly) Yes. Probably.

    The bar filled up around nine o’clock — salarymen, a few couples, a table of young women drinking highballs and laughing loudly at something on someone’s phone. The frosted glass door opened and closed, letting in brief rectangles of cold air.

    At some point Nicholas finished his Yamazaki and switched to beer. Catherine ordered a second glass of wine and started taking notes on her phone, which she does when she’s thinking hard about something. I watched the light from the single lamp above the bar shift slightly as someone walked past it, and I thought about the bowl on my grandmother’s table.

    Not my grandmother — Nicholas’s. I don’t have that story.

    But I think I know exactly what he saw.

    What We Didn’t Figure Out

    Whether the aesthetic Tanizaki describes is uniquely Japanese, or simply named by Japan — we didn’t resolve that. Nicholas’s grandmother never read a word of Japanese philosophy. Catherine’s shift in perception happened through exposure, not study. And yet both arrived somewhere close to what Tanizaki is pointing at.

    Maybe the more interesting question isn’t where this sensitivity comes from, but why certain cultures built visible frameworks around it and others let it operate without a name.

    What you name, you can protect. What remains unnamed tends to get renovated away.

    I don’t know if that’s Tanizaki’s argument exactly. But it’s where I ended up.

    This dialogue is based on real conversations, reconstructed and edited for narrative clarity. Nicholas and Catherine are composite characters inspired by people I know.

    This article was developed with AI assistance. The thinking, research, and perspective are mine. The English expression is a collaboration.