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
    a new year—
the same nonsense
piled on nonsense
once again…( here ) Linda Butler Rural Japan link on lotus leaves this world’s dewdrops are warped Issa
    Under the Moon
an extended, solitary
shadow.
    The vast night.
Now there’s nothing else
but fragrance.
    winter trees—
an old sound
from olden times
    in winter wind
no one to talk to…
evening
    crossroad at night—
virgin snow reflects
the flashing amber light
Ver Sacrum,1899 here secluded house—three cats get their shareof rice cakes Issa
Broken Vessel 1980 Ron Starr American, active late 20th – early 21st century Gelatin silver print * “Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice” ― Basho
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