I'm in an air this road makes me now.

Stepping to somewhere, road's running makes past and future.

I meet someone sometimes in easy walking.

Mutually naturally making us stranger together.

Steps made by my feet makes only iteration.

And it makes me now's stillness.

Just duration makes us still being to anything.

Never looking back and go, I just, consequently gather any mind in doing so.

Now indicating view makes past stand out in nature to me.

Running act gets future done past.

To past, future goes on.

Heading for some clear destination takes time still.

Silently fixed landscape takes to me only being at body, even identified myself has no problem.

Fixed landscape at each moment talks to me.

That time, I want to have nothing but it.

All around my stepping running awakes my sense to field's extent.  

It extends and does never move, only making it still.

Any dynamic wave and change are just fragile.

Only temporary stimulus made state could not talk my mind's still notice to all view.

Any temporary thing only passes beside me, making tiny episode at each occasion.

Now must never jump, only cuts itself, ceaselessly.

Future makes each now past.

It reproduces only what past has already made.

Essential change must be awoken to me afterward I'll be at another time.

Exactly I know it all, but anytime when I'm walking, only my stepping in one unidentified mind could make me go. Only looking for a change at each moment.

Only these strangely puzzled mind drives me to walking so durably.

Birds! You follow daytime sunny sunshine, and warmer evening-glow in moderate shade making ease, don't you?

Past smiling to me now comes to now me, only that nature awakes me the future.

Oct.  16th.   2021