OhtaNotes

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.

In the silence of the bottles, the mind finds its own reflection.

In the stillness of the adorned tree, find the eternal light within.

The wind passes through open walls, yet silence remains. In stillness, all things return to their source.

In a hotel lounge, everyone’s an international spy, even if they just ordered tea.

Beauty is not to be seen but to be felt—add nothing, take nothing away.

Everyone is heading somewhere, but not everyone arrives.

Red is not just a color; it’s an attitude.