【詩】Dawn of sight

Plato kept writing in silence, afterwards he went for a walk to have a rest.
The fact of the matter is that he had one thing he was looking for.
Therefore he tried to recollect what he looked once, then built up blocks, as it is really called reason, according to that sketch.
He had taken a long time building up, shortly he decided to take a walk.
While he was walking, Plato looked up at the sky and at last found it out.


Just at that time Cezanne kept drawing in silence fascinated with blue of the sky.
He also was looking for, though has seen it already; like as someone looks for his glasses putting them on.
He went for a walk to look up at the sky also this afternoon.
Then Plato was coming up.
They had no acquaintance with each other. However Plato talked to Cezanne like this, “What you are looking for is this, isn’t it?”

Meanwhile some of scholars frowned lightly, while admiring the beauty of nature, without looking up at the actual sky, nor being embraced by the sunlight filtering through trees.
Some of scholars with lots of thick volumes in their arms were insisting the splendidness of art, almost not touched by works feeling near, just earnestly hunting books.
Before long they started stubborn arguments about which valid statement holds the dominant position of beauty between nature and art.
There were some neutral observers who suggested that situation like artistic ruins combine with nature is the most beautiful.
But scholars wouldn’t yield an inch, wanted to settle, little by little it developed into a small struggle for power.


Plato and Cezanne tried to mediate.
Then Plato said to them, “Neither nature nor art is perfectly beautiful in this world.”

After a great many years, I found out what is the most beautiful thing that I’ve been looking for.

Can you remember the beauty above a red rose?
Can you recall the beauty above a painting?
Can you recollect the beauty beyond the sky?
Can you intuit the beauty beyond beauty?



It is the reality too much cruel.
It is the reality too much happiness.
It is what has been stamped into our mind from time immemorial.

It is the essence the very first eyes discovered.
It was the dawn of sight.