Two poems after Masaru Emoto

[I gave my talk to the people there]

As for me I’m a missionary of water.
I was at the city nearest to the site.
Now I am on my way home.

As you must know, it is the most beautiful time of the year
with the flowers. On my way home
I stopped at the beautiful place, known for its flowers,
and I felt I wanted to share it with everyone in the world.

[Clearing]

Many kinds of information are swirling around,
and the people wonder and worry what is right.
Reality is more extraordinary than it seems.
There are no rules, but exhaustion.

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