Security and changelessness are fabricated by the ego-dominated mind and do not exist in nature. To accept insecurity and commit oneself to the unknown creates a relaxing faith in the universe.
Did Basho's horse anticipate a feast of beauty?
The rose of Sharon
Bloomed by the roadside:
A horse ate the flowers.
Every photographer has experienced Chora's frustration:
When I look at it—clouds:
When I don't look—clear.
Can one seek security from being lonely?
It, too, is joy:
An autumn eve.