What do you do in a wilderness open to falling water, and centered by light? What do you create with your black and white clay and their soiled greys? What do you build inside a mass of knowns and unknowns? What do your experiences ask? How do you design your mind? I ask, and this is what you tell me....
07 September 2014
UN-THINKING
Today - through your thoughts - you see a tree - its ground rooted, its width trunked, its windows framed in every direction, its green tongues blown, but silent - lapping at the light.
