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 butterfly’s
soft landing…
in the tea kettle!
    morning-glories
softly floating…
in the teacup
    drinking tea alone—
every day the butterfly
stops by
    an evening spot
for calling fireflies…
planting a willow