Everything Changes, Everything Remains The nameless is the origin of heaven and earth ─Lao-Tse So much has happened, but nothing has changed only apparently everything seems
What’s Done Is Done What’s done is done. The unpredictable occurred: The coronavirus. It’s a storm that could last quite long, breaking the bloom of branches
MY LUCKY ENCOUNTER I had a lucky encounter with the swans that marked my whole life, a miraculous moment between the lake and the forest. They invented stillness.
17th April is International Haiku Poetry Day The leaf of a rose returning to its long stem, purple butterfly. Moritake *** Smell of plum blossom— suddenly the sun
Residue Short or long life everything what we live is reduced to a gray residue in our memory. From the old journeys remain the enigmatic coins pretending false
Warmth Memory freezes between my fingers, my eyes unwinking stare, while the birds migrate to warmer places in despair. The victory of winds it is, not of the