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
Louis Kahan
new summer robes—
listening to the pine breeze
they emerge
listening to the pine breeze
they emerge
when this pine sapling
grows to flower…
who’ll be here?
grows to flower…
who’ll be here?
young green leaves
mirrored in the crystal beads
of my rosary.
mirrored in the crystal beads
of my rosary.
Flickering lights
Of fireflies
Forebode their short lives
Of fireflies
Forebode their short lives
