without hills, no being can shine.

water-soaked
beans,
made from crushed
comforting color,
comforting aroma,
you,
square and stable
who filled us with blessings
every morning
in the childhood
a handful tofu,
and the broken glass windows,
and through the cracks of broken wooden doors
You came out dancing from them
enveloped us
vapor of wisdom and the soul &
best food in prison
after release
the first thing they should eat
you, a Tofu
It is not a coincidence
like Raffle.

There is a reason I love hill

It is not a forest
            a field
      in the grass

There is another reason I love hill

Hill, no direction.
      no height or base
      can lie down.

Really, there is a reason I love hills

Hills, Nostalgia
        There is a future
        There is bare feet

Where two meet, there is a Squiggly road
                                        there is a hug of healing.

The tree
speaks with shadows

The sky
speaks for stars

The sea
speaks as beaches

Love speaks in parting.

Old window, long used
whispers
and says
scrapes my hearts

Curtains are not necessary

I can take it all off along
I can show it everything
I don't have to hide business

Wrapping me up, because.

the sugar water
Sugar is not visible

Love is like water

It hides all things
and reveals them

Love flows downward alone.

the fruit of mercy is love.