My Purpose - A Contemplation

My Purpose - GK 10 | Self-obsession - Naturalness - Being | Crayon, July 8, 2026

(English follows)

母なる海から

編み上がる

螺旋の繋がり

so-called DNA

to the sky

to another dimension

to another plane

火が

花が

実りが

熱が

そのうねりに沿って

姿かたちを変えてゆく

無数の蝶は次元の狭間に消えてゆく

木々が

小草が

蔦が伸びて

若い穂先は宙に舞う

くるくるくるり

雲のまにまに

姿かたちを変えてゆく

たんぽぽ咲けよ

黄色い奇跡

バラバラ粒つぶ

ぎゅっとして皆で

ぎゅっとして皆で

光

鎖

珊瑚に

ミミズ

アユタヤの水

はじまりの0と1

Set me free

母なる海よ

混沌の地を

Let my hands free

Let my fingers free

Let my bones free

Let my body free

Move, move,

Let my blood circulate beyond my physicality

Show us your dance

Show us your dance

dance of life

dance of being alive

Let me hear your silent scream

i'll shed my tearless tears

the wounds being wrapped

with my open

but trembling heart

その震え

その掠れ

そのべたり

その矛盾

その冒険

その過ち

そのmis-take

this is the portal

this is the tunnel

this is the wormhole

to the silence

to the emptiness

to just “being”

but drawn on a piece of plain paper

さあ旅に出よう

絵に描いたワームホールを抜けて

向こう側の「空」へ

この指いっぽん

その「空」に立ち触れて

it can only be reached

through this dance,

dance of beautiful chaos,

my dear friend.

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From the Mother Ocean

weaving upward

a spiral of connection

so-called DNA

to the sky

to another dimension

to another plane

the fire

the flowers

the fruits

vital heat

along that swell

ever trans-form-ing

Countless butterflies, vanished

into the space between planes

the trees

the grasses

the vines, reaching out

fingertips dance in the air

spinning, spinning, round and round

mingling with the clouds

ever trans-form-ing

Bloom dandelion

the yellow miracle

scattered particle

drawn together, as one

drawn together, as one

light

chains

coral

earthworms

waters of Ayutthaya

the origin - 0 and 1

Set me free

O Mother Ocean

across this land of chaos

Let my hands free

Let my fingers free

Let my bones free

Let my body free

Move, move,

Let my blood circulate beyond my physicality

Show us your dance

Show us your dance

dance of life

dance of being alive

Let me hear your silent scream

i'll shed my tearless tears

the wounds being wrapped

with my open

but trembling heart

that trembling

that rasp

that stickiness

that contradiction

that trial

that failure

that mis-take

this is the portal

this is the tunnel

this is the wormhole

to the silence

to the emptiness

to just “being”

but drawn on a piece of plain paper

now, let us set out on a journey

through the wormhole drawn on paper

to the “emptiness” beyond

one fingertip

touching that “emptiness”

it can only be reached

through this dance,

dance of beautiful chaos,

my dear friend.