Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

I emerge from you
every morning just to be...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...

You complete me so
because I am nothing and...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

Corroding in sinews,
blooming in soul...

Life is a line, curve, something of a design
in a crystal ball...

Things tend to end to deny their endlessness.
Endlessness is where they learn to end...

The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...

Is transparency God, or a soul,
something all the clear things share...

Silence unites everything.
Silence means all the differences are particles...