There is what could never be solved by thinking.

There is what only simply shortened poetry can express.

Anything could be entangled with unidentified loop.

Sunny days' opened space provides clearance to mind at restricted aspect's self-evidence.

That obviousness must shadow many unidentified truths. Nevertheless, that plain irelevance must opt all things in absolute independence.

Independence is the strongest entity, but any distress and annoyance must be made by that independent pointing and thrusting plainness.

In front of the kind of crealance, anyone could crouch, even at standing up or sitting up straight. 

Eventually, everything is so mystified but simultaneously so simple.
Just reality of which gap is not solved only offers me a brightened bank's calmed landscape.

Space has no labyrinth, only mutual irerevance between mind and space makes labyrinth.

Only opened space and unsolved reality in gap laughes at my presence. 

My choice left to me as the sole is walking along the bank and looking over the skies with dragging whitened Cirrus clouds' lightness.

Jun. 18th.