揺れる木、
流れる雲、
うねる波…。
大きなゆらぎの中で、
肥大した自己が抜けていく。
木と雲と波と…、
一緒にゆらげば、
等身大の自分に還っていく。
ただそこに在る自分に。
まぎれもなくそこに在る自分に。
Swinging
Shaking tree, scudding cloud, and undulating wave, etc.
In a big swinging
The enlarged self comes off.
With the tree, the cloud, and the wave … It returns to me of the life-size if it swings together.
However, to you there.
To you who exists unmistakably there.
Copyright Maoko Nakamura