When Spring Comes to Sabine's Hill
the hill becomes the sea
and Yellow Waves
Blue Waves
White waves and high waves
fills up the spring
flowing down
becomes a river of small spring things
full of daffodil colors
passes the ***** big city
passes the lonely islands
Sabine's hill is wet with water
Small, smooth pebbles
if blocked
while singing
while dancing, while flowing
Sabine Hill fears
neither water nor fire
like the wind
with its tiny, transparent bells
summer and autumn to come
and the winter that will silence them
on the waiting
The Hill of Sabine
The Chorus of Life
fading humanity of the 21st century
towards the dehumanized city
It is waving hands.

- to my Maple

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.