I've counted 653 clouds today.
I cut the painting after my heart
and let them be lost in the cool wind.
I'll follow the root of this tree
growing deep in the ground in my mind
all day long today.
I tried to make the day passing slow.
I'll paint the stone
I picked up in the shore of the river
today as usual.
The tree without leaves stands still
with its shape formed by the wind.
I walk alone on the desolate hill.
The color of the dead leaves blown by the wind
is shining transparently.
I'll keep walking on this hill
throughout my life.
Atsushi Kadowaki "Answer to Ono Yoko"