The ground turns green. A drum begins.
Commentaries on the heart arrive in seven volumes.
The pen puts its head down
to give a dark sweetness to the page.
Planets go wherever they want.
Venus sways near the North Star.
The moon holds on to Leo.
The host who has no self is here.
We look into each other's eyes.
A child is still a child
even after it has learned the alphabet.
Solomon lifts his morning cup to the mountains.
Sit down in this pavilion,
and don't listen to religious bickering.
Be silent as we absorb the spring.
Yes, be silent as we absorb the spring! Thank you!
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ReplyDeleteI love the seven volumes of commentaries on the heart, and the pen putting down its head.
I needed this one. Thank you.
ReplyDelete"the host who has no self is here.
ReplyDeletewe look into each other's eyes."
i wait for this every time i write or look through the viewfinder. i wait for this every time i prime a canvas. steven
The world is trying to teach us. We should pay attention.
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