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WIND / BREATH

 

Wind is a breath 

circulating on the earth 

touching every entity on the earth. 

I live in the breath of the earth. 

 

Inhale. 

I sense 

it circling  every cell of my body.

Like a sea breeze, it purifies my body

for every new moment of life.

 

Exhale.

I feel 

warm energy rising deep in my body.

Like a volcano, it heats every cell of my body 

for every new moment of life.

 

My breath goes back to a wind,

a breath of the earth, 

that circulates on the earth. 

 

 

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・     ◯ 

(TeN eN)

 

A point,・, and a circle,○, can’t exist without each other.

I

Ant 

Poppyseed 

 

from the universe,

are invisible tiny points,

 

but 

I

Ant 

Poppyseed 

 

are invisible-energy-filled 

wholenesses.

 

And

I

Ant 

Poppyseed

 

 compose

an invisible endless enormous

harmony. 

 

It is invisible, 

but sensible.

 

The universe.

 

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Quis dues, incertum est, habitut deus

“A god lives here, though what god is unknown”.

 

-Virsil, Aeneid 8 351-2

The Sun shines upon all alike, 

and makes a life live on Mother Earth.

We see various forms of life every single day.

They are too numerous to count, however, occasionally a special moment of meeting suddenly comes.

For instance, when I find a tiny weed rooted in a little soil on the edge of a paved road

or between stone walls,

when I see a sprout growing from a decaying trunk,

or when I am surrounded by myriad lives in the woods,

I am deeply impressed by something.

I feel an enigma running in my body and directly touching some of the same things

laid deep within myself.

I quest for what it is.

However, I feel a strangeness when searching for a word to represent it.

It must go far beyond a word.

So I collect its tiny pieces little by little. 

I trap figures of lives and natural light on a thin sheet in a dark box, and bring them home.

Subsequently, I prepare to let them reappear on a piece of handmade paper

with the help of eggs, minerals, sunlight and water.

Look up, and we always see such beauty as a cloud, a sunset and the endless sky.

Every irreplaceable moment that nature shows us under it embraces a continuous harmony of lives in an excessive amount of time on the Earth.

I stop thinking  just feel and adore a being behind it.


 

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