In a vast empty
plain where the grass is green lives a beautiful lonely sakura tree.
It's lonely presence in the silent plains feels eerie to anyone who
sees it in the far distance. It's calmness is so unfamiliar to the
mind. Its mystery speaks to you, and it says, "Come to me".
The sight of this isolated tree sticks in your mind. Its image will
flash in your mind, interrupting your thoughts. It will show up in
your dreams and waking life. The more you see it the more you desire
it, it's peace, it's tranquility.
Blood drops rain and
splat onto the sakura, painting the soft, light pink flowers with
little dots of bright crimson red. Observe closely and you’ll see
the blood seeping through the pedals veins, like watercolor when it
touches the canvas.
The flowers on this
sakura tree highlight in the gray weather, in the gray world. The
contrast is almost disturbing, but that disruption has an important
impact on the consciousness. And it’s impact is dependent on your
interpretation of the feelings you get from it’s disruption.
Below the Sakura
tree, there sits a man slanted on his knees with his arms hanging
down by his sides making his hands touch the cool grass. His head is
tilted upward with his mouth partially open, and his eyes are
lifeless, the only thing that lives in them is a sakura that his eyes
reflect from above him. He looks as if he's fixated on the sakura's
that live on the branches that extend over him. Panning lower you'll
see a katana through his chest that exits through the back, with
blood seeping across the blade then dripping off its pointed end. A
cool wind blows but his body doesn't shiver. Petals from the Sakura
flake off and dance a peaceful dance, full of tranquility.
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