Do not fear small defeats
Do not fear big defeat even more
It is a mask of victory.

Winning is the goal
but there is something more important

We don't want to defeat
but there is something also

It is not losing
It is doing your best.

There is no right or wrong
There is no more or less
There is no presence or absence
There is existence alone.

amount of unconditional training rules level of skill of ability.

A rhythm covered the darkness

I hear

The lake wakes up

The labor of light becomes a swan lake

With wings of respect and consideration
Calling the morning
Embracing and embracing the falling autumn
Winter lake
Stars in the winter that have fallen in the forest
Whenever a secret wind blows
On the natural colored fallen leaves
They toss and turn
Flocks of ducks
Wild ducks
Approaching from a corner of the forest
Tilt, tilt
In sync with each other
They go away
....................
The labor of light is shining.

seat of seasons
by the losers
shrinking
by drying and stepping
falls of branches
voice of winter
celebrates disappearance
of forests around the river
of the old roads
with old man's walking
climb-down
for the sprouts
through the solid ground.

it snows, it rains, it rains, it snows, just my love.