kilcher: Things have gotten closer to the sun
kilcher: I don't have to exist outside this place
kilcher: Sideways
kilcher: You might have to close your eyes and slowly open wide
kilcher: Just now I don't want to wander too far
kilcher: Cosmos
kilcher: The sky falls down; it's evening. The feeling goes; it's leaving.
kilcher: If I were a flower growing wild and free all I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee
kilcher: Basic space, open air. Don't look away when there's nothing there.
kilcher: Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
kilcher: The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness.
kilcher: Showa Kinen Kouen