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
( design motif : ore ) Studying the slick surface intently, I see it is in fact bumpy. Studying the bumpy surface intently, I see it is in fact jagged....
I’ll connect to you. And eventually, become you. Becoming larger and larger I know all: I’ll even become something I don’t recognize.
How did they come to be shaped this way? Perhaps they were born out of a long conversation no one else can hear. Full of a wisdom and knowledge no...
A slight scent dancing on the windBrings to mind a forgotten little memoryScents certainly exist as tiny invisible particlesDrifting around me and enveloping me
In beautiful flowering grassesAcross a clear lakeDeep in the dark earthAnd in a newborn babyLittle things gathered togetherLittle things moving together in their own worldLittle things in many placesBut too...
Long ago, before I existed in this worldSlowly, softlyGathered into a distinct shape that no one seesBeautifully bound togetherAnd even now, somewhere...
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