There are dreams, but no sweetness.
You have power but lack creative passion,
I have eyes, but I can’t see even an inch ahead.
God exists, but there is no true self.
Nature’s attacks continue,
In the face of a war without winners and a desperate peace
Like the thirst for an oasis in the desert
Souls with only wounds sing.
Tireless, breathless hours
Even within the mystery, miracles continue
Intoxicated by the mysterious scent of life
For a moment, I fell for the charm of adventure.
The Truth of Candle Tears and Bitter Salt
Before the will rising from the fire pit
The obsessive and strange jealousy
It spits out lost language.
Before the truth of thick sweat drops
Amid the expansion of consciousness, even the vision of life
Only an astonishing transformation of awareness
It protects the mysterious flame of life.
The Ease to Cross a Great Mountain
The anguish that swallowed the sea
All the glory of fate
It was a desperate hope for life.
Now, on the great campus of the universe
Nature is startled, awakening until dawn
Reborn, shouting for me.
A small but beautiful world is opening up