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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