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.