things not ready

(What is this Buddha?)
 It's a skeleton for (me). I don't meet my skeleton while I'm alive, and (I) is the same as "I'm not".
 
I have no reason to know it like a devil.
 
If you have a different Hearts, just have one word.
I "think" cherish Edge and meaning of difference.
 
(Then, people)
 
have a senior and do my best without person knowing things?
My poetry is totally human, so I'm afraid to write poetry. I'm young, people like God, and I'm jealous of those people.
When you recognize it like that, it is a media that heals it. If I resolve the excitement I receive from the media by myself, as if it were a wound in your heart, I can open it up, but it warms people. And the art (painting, space-time art, music, etc.) Since it is also (my) learning to "feel" (etc.) in my own way, "nobody" says nothing. Dividing suffering into words. Every words, manga, poem, poetry. Suffering ... Poetry.
 
In this way, only when you stand alone, people are united with the art ... people learn "humans" ... at this time. That's how it gets rounded (not in the sense of getting smaller)
 
And those who really like art that also called artist.
 
Everywhere the people like art too. I say their are
also artist.
 
 
 
 
The next wall is thick.
This is also called parents.
 
My mother Budda , for example, you can see behind the spirits.
The light is again he is himself, and only at this time she is Shaka.
 
My parents are forever older,
I lose altogether.
 
please
I good i can start from this a day,
then I lost a illness.
If "However" is written as "correct"
person is a memorial service for the past Because.
Somehow I get over it, somewhere.
 
 
 
隣壁（となりかべ）は厚い
これを、しかも父母と云ふ。

Written by hanagara

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