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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

Long ago, before I existed in this world Slowly, softlyGathered into a distinct shape that no one seesBeautifully bound together And even now, somewhere...

What is this feeling?It eludes me when I try to put it into words My head, my heart, my gut feelings Interpret shape, color, and warmth Giving clear expression to...

"The universe in its entirety is inexhaustibly infinite, buthumans have a heart for exploration. To try to know as much as possible to the heart’s content, to take joy in...

What do you see?— I see the light.What do you see?— I see the shadow.What is there, yet not.What is not, yet there.All is reality.All is illusion.

Quietly, joyfully whispering togetherSo small I might overlook them And I can’t hear such a tiny sound No matter how hard I try

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.