The Voice That Found Me
mikikiA quiet story of remembering, through breath and sound
I didn’t know it was called “Ajikan.”
I just knew I needed a space
where my voice could rest —
where silence felt alive.
Later I learned,
Ajikan was a form of voice meditation in Shingon Buddhism,
tracing back to Kukai and the sacred sound “A.”
But for me, it was never about history or practice.
It was about returning.
To myself.
To something that felt like prayer.
I used to love singing.
Not to impress.
Not to be heard.
Just to feel the sound
travel through my body
and disappear into the quiet air.
But in some spaces,
subtle voices fade.
You must perform.
You must “project.”
I began to lose my own voice
trying to meet what the world expected.
👉 My Voice
Ajikan brought me home.
I sat on the floor of an old temple,
cross-legged, in silence.
And from that stillness,
came the sound “A.”
Not loud.
Not forced.
But deep,
from somewhere ancient within.
It wrapped around me.
And for the first time in a long while,
I wasn’t performing.
I was becoming.
I’m not a teacher or a voice expert.
I’m not here to instruct.
But I’ve walked this quiet path for over 10 years.
And somewhere along the way,
I began to love my own voice.
Not because it was good.
But because it was mine.
This is not a method.
It’s a remembering.
And if these words find you—
perhaps your voice is also
looking for its way home.
✴︎Want to hear the voice behind these words?
👉 Story & Song “The Light”｜amagaimiki
