so slowly i am seeing, as someone approaching a faraway mountain, all art forms are in one another.
a stroke in ink conceals humming of a hundred bees.
and it also is a bow floating over cello.
it is an architect moving the eyes over air.
a photograph of a street is sounds stilled into quiet str…
i create works that give a sense of incomplete
not to wholly erase that wrong word
let that line slightly stray_ stay,
may my work show its path too
rows of bones of the enlightened buddha
