I love the joy
of the reader's imagination
more than
the visual impact
of AI.

- to Kevin

Believing is listening
To listen is to love
You listen with trust.

History should be a value, not a material for your work.

again, I see love in yourself
            I hear love of yourself
            I touch love for yourself
            I taste love around yourself
            I speak love to yourself
            I smell love by yourself
I hope that I meet with them
like a first meeting.

by someone
being chosen
Isn't that a miracle?
even if we live a hell of life
how joyful and happy?
river water,
old mountains,
field,
clouds,
skies,
animals, plants, and even inanimate objects
are all on the side of the Chosen us?
we can do
to live or to die as we please
or not?
we talk,
or we sing,
we are having a party,
we fight and war
If we lose,
we win, don't we?

Because we were chosen by someone

Is it true, is it true?

That someone
although it was in a dream
clearly,
precisely,
sternly said

"I chose you because I wanted to show My Love
through you and
you are neither special nor deserving of choice."

i am struggled, soaked in tears, and cried out for
then I woke up from my dream.

autumn foliage are Sacrifice
evergreen is Constancy

sacrifice and constancy
like a bridge and a river

in the Life.

grandson,
Daniel Kindergarten ride
for 3 years
and today
mid-life teacher
looked at me slowly
and said
"Dad?"
with a breathless breath
joy and happiness washed over me
I answered chop-chop
"Grandpa!" and
she smiled.