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Monday, 17 November 2014

It twinkles

Lee Ufan, Dialogue  2008

The sound of wood 
burning in a fireplace. 

Following the breath flowing quietly,
a brush meets colour and,
the colour being laid down.

A line is drawn

again, again and again.  

The twinkling stars of the sky.
A twinkling white canvas.  
Two twinkling points.

Numerous lines.
Numerous breath.

Numerous minds being put down.

High and high
.    .    . 
Deep and deep
 .    .    .  

A beautiful and subtle world.

Same place.
Different world.

The treasure in our own pockets.