Sky Painting

Painting in the sky leave no traces,
serpents constantly shred its skin.
Every single moments we born anew,
leaves all traces for a fresh future.
Thus the curtain closes on another tale,
let us open the door to the great unknown.

Limitless Compassion

The sky is vast, the sky is empty.
Yet it embrace everything without owning it.
Even though I cannot own you,
let my compassion be as vast as sky,
so it'll embrace you everytime...

Take and Give

Imprison by our own addiction,
we lament upon miseliness.
Be at peace and content in silence,
by helping others, we help ourself.

Meeting, Parting, Creation, Destruction

Clow Card : The Twin - The Sand - The Rain

Togetherness is like a castle built upon the sand,
without solid fondation, by wind and waves shall it perish.

Amidst the turbulence of this endless creation and destruction,
Do not lose hope!

For only when we expose ourselves to the destruction again and again,
shall we found the indestructible within ourselves.

So silent, so bright, yet peaceful...

Flaming Heart

The devil - 4 of Swords - Ace of Cups

Only when the flame in my heart has been extinguished, might we meet again anew...

Thousand Memories

The smell of grass in the morning,
invoking thousand memories,
of pleasant breeze under clear blue sky.

Words of Wisdom

Joyful all ye who understand,
All things are created by mind.
Conceptual thought are binding,
Killing the meaning of freedom.
Yet our ignorance echoing endlessly...

Bad Apple

Even in the midst of flowing time,
Look, listlessness dances round and round,
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.

Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time,
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.

Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them,
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeeling nothing.

Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be elsewhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.

Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I gireve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.

Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.

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If I make a move, if I make a move,
I'll destroy it all, I'll destroy it all.
If I grieve, if I grieve,
Would my heart turn white?

I still know nothing about you, nothing about myself,
Nothing about anything at all.
If opening my heavy eyelids means I'll destroy everything,
Then let it all turn black!!!