Light of the morning.
New power seems to go up.
All will be led to there.
A feeling of awe for the Nature.
There was the mirror in the heart all the time.
Mankind always knew it.
I may sometimes forget it.
But the soul will remind me of it.
By the holiness...
春なれや 名もなき山の 薄霞
松尾 芭蕉
Spring comes Nameless mountain Light haze
Matsuo Bashō