E6（ ↔P11 ）

There is no ordinary There is no ordinary Chaos and ambiguity, confusion is everyday No average, no mediocrity, no extraordinary, no special Ordinary, common sense, exists as ordinary Even if it seemed so, it was an illusion Overflowing Overflowed Spilling Glass Cup Bowl Bottle Palm Overflowed Spilling Overflowing Water Sand Grains Melted Metal Smoke Alcohol Each exists, nothing is absent Receiving violence, inflicting it Being plucked, giving, giving up Not giving up, wavering in the gap Each is my ordinary, not ordinary Also your ordinary, that person's ordinary, and not In words, in voice, in thought, in attitude, I beg, I pray Don't mix in even a speck of malice I want to exist as I am Always, always the sun watches, the night watches Hey. If the world is ending, is it okay to invade? Hey. If the world is breaking, is it okay to trample? Ah. If the world is lost, shouldn't we be gentle? Hey. If it's blocked, is blocking back the only way? Ah. If it's taken, is taking everything the only way? There is no ordinary. There is no flatness. There is no easy, but there is no nothingness. If this pain is unbearable, Should I just hurl this hurt away? Please. Please. Because I want to exist. I live as if praying. I think. To be. I spin and arrange. Please. To live in a world that exists within nothingness.