You can't see.
The turbulent undercurrent hidden under calm.
I'm not going to see it.
I also understand this profound and subtle joy and sadness.
It won't say
Even if it wants to walk calmly and easily.
But the dream says.
It has forgotten the sadness of the past.
The sea is calm.
I wish it would stop growling.
Stretch gently, don't rush.
Thousands of years of greatness
Change your meditation.
But I can only worry
underflow
Deep joy and sorrow
Never stop boiling it.
But also because of the people who watched it walk in peace and liberation.
Geometry knows its feelings.