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
    butterfly at the gate—
the child crawls, it flies
crawls, it flies…
    tired of listening
the man walks away…
cicada on a branch
Qin Tianzhu 2008  “the cicadas’ world and my world of cool air… coming soon” Issa
    the distant mountain
reflected in his eyes…
dragonfly
    does my star too
sleep alone?
Milky Way
    cherry blossoms
I waited and waited for…
I’m alone
    plum trees bloom
nightingales sing…
all alone
    a mountain where
no foot has stepped…
cherry blossoms
    white clouds of mist
blow away…
the village’s mountain
    irises—
where that rainbow
starts from
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