Born in the south, I am in love with this land, water and this god.
The first neighing sound of the spirit coming into the world is the origin of song.
One thought can make three thousand, and all things return to one.
Fragmented and dispersed, dispersed and silenced.
Sacrifice is a gift, a final gift, an endless gift.
There is no difference between you. You are both beautiful and beautiful.
(Original article written on Saturday, February 20, 2016)