At any world, with any circle, single is sinful.

Anybody can know it so well, though keeps silence around it.

And we gather, and know each other basically single.

Heart can know palpitation around our mind's attached one in informing the mind's true idea.

Fine morning temps us to bright field. But that brightness either makes either shadow. But nobody mentions it so clearly.

Beside no one to me, beside so many ones to you, but single's sin discrhminates no one.

Because true mind is never identified at displayably substantial.

Public view is not confirmable at true mind's tangible appearing.

None the less, words intrigues us into the truth for our being.

Words can do nothing around our own mind's immanent idea.

And nobody assures genuinely right and correct truth. Only keeping silence around absolute truth is our implicit consensus.

Only palpitating mind's heading direction is anytime exactly trying to fly around. And only that moment's expression is seen so honest at no lying nor pretending.

And only with the consensus, it's enough for probably anybody, you know.

(Irregularly continued)

Feb. 16th.   2023