learn from the pine (from Basho)
dream of Buson
seeing the song
sound of this dream
turning towards the light
Songs and cries
No here, no there
season of longing
silent language
gravity of memory
where we meet
as light passes through us
feeling space
broken whole
at once, everywhere and nowhere
here is there
threshold
Dark reply
Here, now
Disappearance of distance
Tender bloom
Silence will endure
Unspoken
Everything speaks
Hearing colors
Present absence
Feeling it
When?
I don't know
We who are only shadows and shades
Growing silence
Spiral season (SOLD)
Where is it now
