Pastorale and wisps of smoke. To be alive, a human being, how wonderful. Postcard. Green Green Island.

Divine Destiny / In the early morning, wrapped in a thin blanket, I lie on the balcony overlooking the sea. Closing my eyes, I imagine what it was like to be in the womb. The wind blows, and I hear the sound of the waves, ebb and flow, ebb and flow, you begin to imagine ripples. Ripples, soft, like amniotic fluid; ripples, sound waves, the laughter of a mother... Without sight, what world have you imagined through such ripples? At this moment, the sun breaks through the clouds and shines upon me, and I feel a warmth... imagining the womb as equally warm. Were you at peace? Were you happy? Did you also feel sadness? What would be the inner landscape of such a pure, naked life, one that has yet to understand existence? Then, try to imagine your first cry. I believe it was the moment of birth. Then, imagine your first laugh... Why did you laugh, at that moment? Newly arrived in the world, still a transparent soul, can the small mind within the body perceive happiness, perceive sorrow? I open my eyes. I am here, now. I am still alive. I still feel myself aging, feel the rich and varied inner world of being human. Suddenly, a sense of the divine washes over me. To think that I was born in the human form, what a blessed thing it is. I wonder if all humans in this world cry at the moment they leave the womb and are born into this world. If so, does that mean that at that moment, what all humans feel in their hearts is actually the same thing? Happy birthday to me. Before reaching the final destination, I will experience this destiny of being human in its entirety. / "Divine Destiny" The baobab fruit falls. Elephants stroll under the moonlight. Life on the savanna awaits, each in its own way, An answer to destiny. Walking the earth, thus we look up. Soaring through the sky, thus we look down. The posture of life, Each holds a sacredness. Between birth and death, Revealed, expounded upon. The roar of a lion Makes the humans who hear it Finally know that in this world, There has always been a kind of Unseen existence, Passed down through generations. It is the most ancient language, Requiring another way of hearing To be understood. It is the most ancient destiny, Requiring another way of seeing To be known. The souls on the savanna, Neither barren nor abundant, Receive seeds, sunlight, and rain. Nurturing insects, ants, zebras, and antelopes. An eagle Circles in the high distance. Perhaps it is meeting my gaze. We are, within each other's eyes, An answer. There are always moments like these When I long to sing, with the voice of heaven and earth, Recalling the primal purity, A soul transparent and full. To be alive, a human being, how wonderful it is. Loneliness and happiness entwined, Barrenness and abundance coexisting. Pain illuminates the path, and the path Will eventually lead to arrival. At this time, this moment, The granary of my soul Is already overflowing. The joy of my life, tranquil And complete.