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
TWILIGHT – the only conversation
on this hill
Is the wind blowing through the pines.
A world of dew,
and within every dewdrop
a world of struggle
and within every dewdrop
a world of struggle
A butterfly —
What dream
is making your wings flutter?
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Butterfly —
you also get mad
some days.
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What the butterfly
wants to say —
only this movement of its wings.
