White Clouds, Blue Sky...

The way I feel, strange... As if sitting on the edge of two opposite worlds. Dying to one and yet no reborn completely in the other; nothing seems to have sense. Nothing belongs anywhere, so much inadequacy! And such a loneliness!!! Only the moment is friendly; the movement of a flower opening, the wet fragrance of the grass… The world outside reflects my own dramas; a wounded child, an accepted woman, and a sage.