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The end is the beginningThe beginning is the end Unceasing

I am myself Even though I wilt and become a seedI am always myself

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...

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.

( 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....

In beautiful flowering grasses Across a clear lake Deep in the dark earth And in a newborn baby Little things gathered togetherLittle things moving together in their own world Little...

A slight scent dancing on the windBrings to mind a forgotten little memoryScents certainly exist as tiny invisible particles Drifting around me and enveloping me

Amid the scenery of daily life, a softly folded clothBeautifully accepts the shape of where it was set down, lightly and gently Looking at it absent-mindedly My feelings slowly untangle...

Softly engraved As if something left tracksAppearing systematically arranged, but not quiteAccumulated together, they become one surface

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