OhtaNotes

In the stillness of the great hall, the flower blooms at the center, teaching that true strength lies in the quiet balance of all things.

In the stillness of form, the flower blooms eternal, teaching us to find peace in the present.

In the glow of elegance, even the wildest blooms steal the spotlight.

From the roots of silence, the spirit rises in color; in the dance of form and void, truth finds its breath.

In the stillness of the bloom, the mind finds its mirror; all that rises must fade, yet beauty remains eternal.

A single branch whispers of spring, yet the whole tree remains silent.

Form dances with emptiness, chaos bows to harmony.

Descend with an open heart, where the red bloom meets the light, and find the stillness within the flow.

In the stillness of form, the spirit of the bamboo dances with the light, revealing the unity of emptiness and fullness.

In the clarity of the glass, the mind drinks from the stillness within.