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No simple form conducts its lowing steer

Simple are sublime forms. I feel an affinity with those specific sensations.  Like Shinto, Zen of Japan, it all seemed to be secrets beyond comprehension. Those simple forms are continuously searching for its own origins. That is very attractive. I have been trying to think about the simple things. In my own theory so far, it is important if you take yourself to something great more accessible than you awaken results from the outside, without limiting the image. I still have been ongoing about 'how to be simple' that like Zen seeks enlightenment on a higher plane, they cannot stop. I reckon that the world can be seen as a subjective entity constantly being actively formed by individual perceptions. It could also be objective. Those begin with selves, but that's only manifested by connecting with something beyond itself. And, at that point, the simplification could strongly connect things and interpret one's perception, that's easier than to be provided by iffy compl

Door of Autumn

This season is dramatic and the starting point for me for some reason. That is a miracle I can believe in naturally. Seasons tick-tock change but a typhoon is gone and it is like coming back to Summer again here. Come on - I would love to enjoy the cooler season. Autumn is the best season for roses which is the flower I love the most in the end after all - the story background is nice because next season is towards the winter so these flowers are the last time to bloom in your garden and the landscape is also lovely and matured. The gardens are colored with flowers as one last time before going to the colder season. The colors are warmth and tints are rich mid-tones like Henri Matisse tableau. A wind is the first to change how you can feel towards Autumn. It is approaching the end of summer and it is time for people to say farewell too. Trees and the leaves are painted by ochre, amber and honey. Peaches, tomatoes and potatoes are ripe for harvest and wine is left to age as the cornucopia of good things to eat and drink. The richest season of the year is coming. In such between seasons, it is relax to love the colors transition with eyes everywhere - 

For this season, and Oct 1st today it seems like that international day of music, if the classic music is, Tchaikovsky The Seasons October. If the Jazz number is, Coltrane and Miles Davis are fine as always but Chet Baker is the number ones in the mood for.  And, If a living major artist is, Autumn season makes me listen to Norah Jones. - When '' Come with me'' her album came out out there, I thought she was real after so long time around the world, which has an easily and comprehensive writing and a catchy melody yet not cheap, her voice is thick in a positive way and stable, whose way of singing with nothing too much of any vibrato. The band sounds also fantastic.

Anyhow, it is my favorite season.

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