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No simple form conducts its lowing steer

The simple are sublime forms. I have an affinity for them. Like Zen of Japan is a mystery beyond comprehension. Because those simple forms are constantly searching for their origins. A delicate form filled with matter of cares. I find that very attractive. These simple forms are all around me. It seems to me important to take oneself to something more accessible than being awakened by external forces. The world is, in my opinion, a subjective entity that is constantly reshaping itself as a result of individual perceptions. It may also be absolute, which is subjective. One's own self is the source, but they are manifested only when one connects with something larger than oneself. Furthermore, simplification could strongly connect things and interpret perceptions, which makes it simpler than to be provided with iffy complicated matters. As a result, certain things can be abstracted well as things of opaqueness that cannot be fully understood with empathy. In linguistic relativity p

the season of rainwater

Here's a bright morning pouring sunlight into my room. And, the air touches on my skin, with plenty of water burned by the sun. It has a strong smell that keeps power to bring a season to different stages vigorously.

I think that summer will come again when its steamed steam grazes my nostrils.

A short summer like bubbles.





This was the season of rainwater that was like a thick fog, and the smell of raindrops against soils that grazed through nostrils and gave it a distinctive ambience that would be unforgettable in memories. Such a nostalgic, bewitching and mysterious time.The sound of pouring rain is an unconscious realm that was in an abyss like a deep sea. It stimulated enthusiasm magically inside its secret that evolved little by little, steadily. Heavy rain at times was like fierce waves hitting a rock. Yet its strong belief was not easily broken, holding its heart like seeds dreaming underneath, metamorphosed into the mysterious power. 

As the soil that has accumulated a lot of rain is burned by the sun, the air sticks to the skin, which will give off hot steam.

Everything is getting powerful and shapes anew or differently.





He who is a light 

Illuminates dark shadow, 

suddenly over the right shoulder.

or a reaper

tells the ending to make a new story.

He who is the charismatic

assures trusting the dreams, in them is hidden the gate to permanency, 

and when the earth shall possess the limbs,

shall it truly dance.

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