That Which Is Called an Idol — and the Supreme Idol
Episode One Long ago, I once watched a documentary about the animal world — an episode about three cheetah brothers. I was so deeply moved that even now, the scenes remain vivid before my eyes. Time has blurred some details, so I can only recount the essence. The three young cheetahs, still unskilled at hunting, were sitting in the
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I love you, I love you in a way that cannot be explained, in a form that cannot be confessed, in a contradictory manner. I love you with all my moods — so many of them — that constantly change my states, as you already know: time, life, death. I love you… with the world I do not understand, with people I do
Well… really? Yes, without a doubt
Driving belongs to another time in my life now. But back then, there was always piano music in the car. Nothing elaborate, nothing that demanded attention—just simple piano pieces, light enough to drift, gentle enough to stay. Among all the instruments in the world, there are a few I love without question: the piano, the
Happy New Year
Below is a piece written by my respected friend, Sharon M Reid The Year I Choose to Begin Again, a 2026 Resolution Sometimes a new year doesn’t arrive with answers. It arrives quietly. Like a pause. Like a long breath finally leaving the body. And in that quiet, a question rises honest, unguarded. Is there still room for me to begin
The Wisdom of Winter
🌿 The Wisdom of Winter 1. Winter is the season that gathers us. It draws our scattered bodies and minds back together, for dispersion is the beginning of freezing. 2. Winter is the season that purifies us. By extinguishing the parasites of body and soul, it restores us to health and clarity. There exists a frog whose heart freezes completely during winter, only
The Cat House on Pillars
So… I built a house for the stray cats who hang out in my front yard. It’s a two-story “hotel” on top of a wooden pillar. I cut an opening in the upper floor so the cats can jump up and down from the ground like little ninjas. There’s also a transparent acrylic lookout window so
When Strange Creatures Meet
The suspicious little kittens who wandered into my front yard now rule it—they ask, and I answer Strange creatures came to the shallow canal I had barely begun. They lingered, left, returned— as if something in me called them without sound. Rain, hope, a wind making its own path— all of it slipped quietly into my chest. The gate between us opened. A soul began to flow. If it felt like kinship, I
Rust Is Blooming
Encountering Rust on an Afternoon Walk Rust does not die in disgust; it blooms. Like a red flower waiting for its time — it is the artist’s act of giving decay a new life #rust #blooming
Waltz — The Turning of Beauty
Waltz — The Turning of Beauty - One afternoon, while a waltz was drifting through my studio - The world has grown too fast. The quiet depth of the lake has faded, and only the glitter of splashing water remains. There is no longer room for silence. Music, and even art itself, now refuse to cling to their quiet roots. Though emotion
The Little Lives’ Winter House
The Little Ones’ Winter House It took the tiny kittens a few quiet days to finish their winter home — and today, even the staircase is done. They were nowhere to be seen till sunset, but when I stepped out around eight, there they were — two little souls stretched long in perfect contentment. After I laid down the electric heating panel, they
