Sewing, says the teacher, shows one’s focus. “It is your life,” she says. (Exact spacing between stitches, and precise diagonals all along the line, suggest good attention amid a calm mind.)
I sew perhaps one perfect stitch, then lose focus, making a cripple in the line, but I go on trying at each entry of the needle into the cloth to be fully here. (Some stitchers will undo a stitch or an entire line to restitch with deeper focus. Others will buy a commercial product instead of sewing their own rakasu.)
I leave the stitching as it comes.
Namu kiye butsu