The Existence has no word

 

The Existence has no word.

 

The Existence waits for being spoken,

Because it does not have any meanings without a word

 

The Existence waiting for being spoken is

common and common,

dormant in chaos,

and solitary in being thrown away.

 

The Existence endowed with words is

brilliant in luxury,

elaborate in refinement,

full in being chosen.

 

But,

The Existence being spoken

is confined by binding of meaning

within prison of choice.

 

That is imprisonment.

 

Existence not being spoken

is free by the infiniteness of chaos,

and the possibility of renouncement.

 

That is freedom.

 

The existence

do not realize

the other side.

 

 

 

 

 


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