In the cold, long and chaotic order of nature.
Stern creatures trapped in stagnant journeys one by one are trying to stay in the time of sprouting little by little.
Nature, in the view of nature's art, is always the same, holding on to that unchanging mind that does not wish for anything.
Just like people living backwards in time, green seeds, trees, and grass are always silently...
At that place... Did they say Null Eon Min Haeng(訥言敏行, Be prudent in your words and agile in your actions)?
In their restrained inner world, who are inarticulately silent but focus only on actions,
They awaken me today as well, and I always learn like the asceticism of silence that I must match with them.
The echos of slowness in which the movement of nature is melted in the work...
In the truth that the continuity is repeated in the cycle of Mother Nature,
I humbly listen to their voices.