Monday, March 27, 2017

Spiraling into the center of color

there is a deep and rich blankness.  Perhaps, void is the word?  And yes, the void can be any color you imagine.  This latitude of color is similar to a poem and the hue of its words.  Salads adhere to this principle, too.  Just ask an eggplant.  Or a purple cauliflower.  Or the red cabbage.

1 comment:

  1. IOS

    How about pancakes by golly?
    We would not wonder where that all came from
    At that time it was all butter and syrup anyway
    You should not inquire every minute I want to say
    But ...
    Then again why not if not exhausted by questions
    Where else does inquiry have to go?