Temperature

温度。

人と会うとその人との会話の温度で揺れる。

その時々により違う温度がある。

動物的なのか人間的なのか。

私にとって、

書く

ということは

モヤモヤしたものを整理して繋いでゆく

まるで本棚を整理していくかのよう。

それは未来を期待してのことかも知れない。

次のvisionへ進むべく大切なタイミング。

描く事も、

小さな出来事を独り言の絵日記として綴る。

その日、その時の自分にしか描けないもの。

ミラクルは続いてゆく、

そうであってほしい。

1週間分の疲れか、午後から起き上がることが出来なかったけれど

夕方にやっと起き出して見た夕空が美しくて、

心地よい風と共に祈った。

魂をふるわすような真実の美に関わっていけますように。

そして、私も、そうありますように。

シモーヌ・ヴェイユは透明になって消え去る事を信じてそう生きた。

私も最後は透明になって、キラキラした波動みたいなものに

含まれて行けるのかな。

もしも意識が少し残るならば大好きな人に迎えに来て欲しいな。

宇宙は拡大と縮小を繰り返していると聞いたことがある。

ならば、

何かルールのようなものが存在して変わらないものと

変わるものが等しくあるのだろうか。

人が作り出す物は常に変わって行くけれど、

「目に見えないもの」は変わらないルールを含んでいるのだろうか。

そんな事を考えた昨夜は涼しくて虫の声が透通るような

美しい夜だった。

ある夏の一コマの思い出と絵日記を残してみる。

When You Meet A Person, It Shakes Depending On The Temperature Of That Person.
The Way You Feel Changes From Time To Time.

Is It Animal Or Human?

In My Case ,
The Act Of Writing Is Like Organizing The Ramblings In Me, As if I were convincing myself by organizing the bookshelf. Ah, I might have noticed that　it was . It may be an act of expecting the future. From the past self to the present self, we will connect to Vision to take the next step . It'S A Wonder That What You Can Feel Depends On The Timing. The Miracle Continues. I Want It To Be So. Drawing Everyday Things In A Little Picture Diary Will Lead You To The Next Second, The Next Step, The Tomorrow, The Future, And Beyond. Sometimes? I Visit When I 'M Just There, But I talk to people close to me and ask my core to correct my feelings. I couldn't get up for half a day because I couldn't get used to the new environment today. .. However, I prayed unintentionally because the evening sky I saw when I woke up in the evening was beautiful. Each person has their own way of choosing. With respect

To the beauty that the person pursues deeply and conveys



I feel that kind of beauty and

continue to wait for the excitement that shakes my soul .

And

I want

to be that way too .

Simone Weil chose to believe in the disappearance.

I also want to be transparent and disappear at the end.

After it disappears, maybe

it will be sucked into the universe on something like a glittering wave .

If you have a little consciousness, I want your favorite person to come to pick you up.

I've heard that the universe is expanding and contracting repeatedly.

That may mean that

there is something like a rule that exists.

There will be changes in what people create, but is the

rule of existence that comes from the mystery of the universe the same truth?

Tonight, when I think about such things, it's a

little cool, and the voices of autumn insects

are floating in the city coolly and quietly under the starry sky .

"Model day at a Painting class"
I got my feet traced for the record, One of my fun summer memory.
Than I think about temperature with meet human to human, and Human on the earth in the Cosmos,
to wonder from the subject to Miracle to Mobius strip.
Because I was modeling time keep the style and feel like meditation.