HOMO CICLO
Arrange words indicating the time of the past, weave words of nature, and imagine our tranquility. We search for the reason for existence by cutting down the trunk, trimming the branches, removing the roots, and getting along the nature. You can feel the countless strings in your grasp that connects to the past when you focus on all your senses. I grew up in nature.Past of mother nature never be smaller than that of the future.
HOMO LIBERTAS
Now, we head towards the highest place we can climb.My existence that I don’t know was always bigger than myself.
I remove the frame of the space that surrounds me.
I finally have freedom. The door of the laboratory closes.
The door is no longer associated with any sides.
I exist to be present in this place.
HOMO ANIMATUS
I can feel that my soul is alive clearly when my fingertips are tingling.The fleeting flash of light snatches my attention. The flow of air that surrounds me expands.I am naked and bring the warmth of the world.
I want to spread my wings and fall into the world.
I want to be buried and flutter my wings to my heart’s content.
The vivid beauty that I have been searching for a very long time now becomes clear