Gathering the spirit of all things and absorbing the beauty of all things.
I dismantle the evidence of time and reassemble light and shadow.
Raindrops are musical notes, the moon is a metaphor, and the past is a prologue.
Write every word,
It's for the sake of being in the vast space and time,
Carve a real, hot coordinate.
I hope you can see yourself and the distance between the lines.
Intention: To anchor a constant spiritual coordinate in the changing situation of everything.