Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    the sunlight behind
is irritating…
blooming irises
    irises—
where that rainbow
starts from
    sunset
takes the cloudburst’s
place
    don’t sing, insects!
the world will get better
in its own time
    it’s so pretty!
so pretty!
the poison mushroom
    a butterfly emerges
and flies away…
morning moon
    elsewhere, no doubt
someone’s viewing this island
this moon