Because there is a front, there is a backA left, because there is a rightAnd a summit because there is a baseThere cannot be one without the otherBoth are needed...
Why are we born small and helplessWhy do we have a body that with time, matures and then agesWhy is the heart connected with the body as long as it...
A space created by lines connecting, dividing emptiness Made with purpose, an existence that is non-existence A piece of the void you can wear
In the grand, unceasing current. I am one moment’s tiny ripple on the surface Appearing only to disappear. Disappearing only to reappear. The one proceeds from all. And all proceed...
At the edge of the selfUchi and sotoAn ambiguous boundaryGently coveredQuietly connected
Softly gathered, softly whisperingUnder fallen leavesIn the shadow of a decaying logFallen acornsGathering together without shapeConversing without voicesThe life of the forest
The end is the beginningThe beginning is the endUnceasing
I am myselfEven though I wilt and become a seedI am always myself
On a cool, half-transparent morning shrouded in mist,I look down at my feet to findA single flower, freshly opened just a moment ago.
Softly engravedAs if something left tracksAppearing systematically arranged, but not quiteAccumulated together, they become one surface
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