
One instant.
I looked up to
the moon in autumn.
And thought to myself,
eternity is now.
Nothing is either
emptiness or fullness.
So, I choose not to sink
to the root of either one.
This is the right beginning

One instant.
I looked up to
the moon in autumn.
And thought to myself,
eternity is now.
Nothing is either
emptiness or fullness.
So, I choose not to sink
to the root of either one.
This is the right beginning