Wa

Cup in my palm, calm in the room, street in the glass still sliding

Soft little clink, sip, sit, breathe, let every different sound keep vibing

Wa in the word, Wa in the world, one plus one makes a sum when they meet

Me with the noise, noise with the peace, none of it needs to compete

Japan in a sound, peace in a pause, balance without making things match

Sweet with the bitter, shade with the shimmer, pieces can differ and still stay attached

No need to fix, fit, force every form, no need to press every edge into line

I let it sit, let it shift, let it mix, and somehow the whole thing feels fine

Wa in my chest, Wa in the air

This with that, both can stay there

No need to rush, no need to prove

Different things sharing the same little room

Wa in my heart, wherever I am

Tea in my hand and it feels like Japan

If peace can breathe while the whole world moves

That's enough

I know I'll be good

Work can go left when I planned it right, love can go quiet mid-sentence

Mail can stay blank, trains can pull out, rain can arrive without asking permission

Still I can sit with the miss and the mix, let every mismatch keep its own name

Want with the real, loss with the thrill, neither one has to swallow the frame

Maybe harmony isn't control, maybe calm isn't silence at all

Maybe it's giving each thing enough room not to push every other thing off of the wall

So I sip while the light shifts slow, let the cup cool down as the minutes move through

Nothing is perfect, nothing is fixed, still everything here can belong and be true

Wa in my chest

Wa in the room

Wa in the world

Even while it moves

Tea in my hand

No need for a plan

I carry Wa with me

So I'll be all right

Wa in my chest, Wa in the air

This with that, both can stay there

No need to rush, no need to prove

Different things sharing the same little room

Wa in my heart, wherever I am

Tea in my hand and it feels like Japan

If peace can breathe while the whole world moves

That's enough

I know I'll be good