One Day Thought
The gaze of the own eye is
where the hell does it exist ?
The northern sky is so beautiful
and tranquil that it's scary.
Is it a reflection of the blazing white sun ?
In my heart, never ceasing
I'll keep that in mind,
Exaltation of beauty and being.
If you feel the joy of existence in beauty,
then the beginning of defeat
will lead to the coming absence.
Let's call it destruction.
Beauty destroys absence,
and absence becomes absolute.
Memory in Moment
