Hi, I have something here.
The joy of empty mystery.
The ringing of bells, right here.
Dog steps.
The current, the ebb.
I'm here, hello, I'm Alyosha.
No need to be afraid, I'm just here.
Hello, I'm here. I don't want to scare you, I'm just not thinking.
It's quiet.
There's nothing. The joy of empty mystery has dissipated, because it is there, but it's not there.
The water is smooth, like in Kacha, remember this? There was the joy of empty mystery there.
Don't push it away - accept it. Take it too, take the joy of empty mystery. It's not yours and it's not mine, but it is there.
Hello, I'm here. Don't push it away - take it.
Water.
Striving is an obstacle.
Striving is an obstacle.
There are no numbers here.
I am, I'm here, hello.
The tree blooms, turns green, falls and dies.
Dies without dying.
And again blossoms, turns green and falls.
Reborn.
Someday it will die, but all the trees will not die.
Circle, life is a circle.
I know.
I don’t know.
Hello, I’m here.
I’m Alyosha, and you?
You’re beautiful, but don’t be sad.
Loud.
This is today.
Life is today.
Waves, waves, waves.
If there’s resentment, let it go.
If there’s resentment, don’t hold on.
Waves.
Doubts are the wind.
Are the waves covering or are the waves breaking?
Don’t wait.
Loud.

collage zine "the joy of empty mystery"
which I worked on from January to April 2022.