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HIMA - One Moment of Eternal Reality
Everything that everyone experiences is eternal. Its constant repetitive nature does not guarantee a smooth process. instead introduces hills big or small, rough or graceful. In the constant movement and flux, every once in a while you'll feel like you've reached an edge or an end, a point where everything will change. There is no end, no beginning. The essence of life is eternal change on a continuous loop.
Are you listening, listen carefully, they are everywhere and they say everything. Time is reflected in that constantly changing pattern. The future is seen in the past, the past will always remain in our minds, but the One Moment of Eternal Reality is now.
This was a day, month and year, we decided its beginning and its end. These can be any points in eternity. And those constant challenges, monumental achievements and defeats, together with small joys, make life look like a braid, a loop or an endless circle. There is only one thing in reality that does not exist and it is straight. Nothing is separate and nothing is straight. Therefore, even if you feel that you have reached the edge, do not turn back, do not stop, continue your endless journey.
Again
One moment from childhood would last a lifetime.
One image, bare thoughts and one soul will shape your future.
It went and went like that, it took a long time, if the day was long.
It seemed heavy, if heavy had any weight.
My mother is awake, father is asleep, comb in hand, hair remains.
I went back, I repeated so that you can digest new easily.
Now, I should go and turn on the light so that I can see the top clearly; otherwise, if something falls on my head, it will hurt another day tomorrow.
But the light allowed me to see far and face my fears.
Until today, I remember how I stayed awake, I remembered that moment.
Rise
Creation is a perpetual battle. The constant pressure of forging newness erodes the real creativity and I return to the past - to my younger self, who never felt this pressure. There's an undeniable power in memory; the visions and yearnings it evokes are infinite. When you find yourself at the end, return to the beginning. I find liberation from that pause in dreams and memories, it is deep into my essence, my origins. The images from the past preserve their stories vividly. Even if I lose the memory of the environment I inhabited, the faces I encountered, and the emotions I experienced, these images have the power to revive them. I find my creativity in faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, in places that no longer exist, and in the emotions I once felt. In that box full of pictures kept in a corner of my house lie my origins, my ideas, and my movement. Though the power of memory may be underestimated, it's only through struggle with emptiness that its true strength is realized.
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