Sensing in.



Spring is here, reawakened in me!

The ground lives beautifully for my tribe!



Appeals to the sweet warmth of the Sun!

Let me imitate it all without any regret!


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Have painstakingly sought with aching feet...


Found myself in an old hiding place.


The source of the eyes, which has deserved more than barrenness, sees the Great Find; to live its life above all pitiful freedom, which is well-deserved. Tearing apart all ugliness placed in my path:


My perspective is the egoism to walk in Reality...

(The pig's gratitude lies in its glory; in its nowhereness...)


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Short-term. Long-term.


I am a completed being.



Sense in. Sense in.


Sense in.