Connected at the core

free to roam beyond borders.

Please explain to me...

how I can not
know
what something is
and still
know
its meaning?

This principle
applies
to gesturing
of all sorts.  

Just the right amount

of sweetness & tang.  Nothing like chilled fruit on a summer day.  Nothing like a summer day cooling down.  Nothing like chilled soup.  Or a crisp line of poetry. 

Koi fascinate me.

As does reflection.  And refraction.  And the painting light creates is pure magic. 

A bird & a vessel

Sound needs a container.  We need voices.  The kitchen requires a place for its spoons & knifes.  Pens
carry their houses on this backs.

Dry and parched

Opportunity to slow down & wait to see the next great living, start.  A bud, a new shoot, a baby quail, a lizard.  Perhaps, even a sunflower seed (although they are never singular).  This litany is long & wide -- thank goodness.   Let's celebrate anything and everything in the farmers market.  

Trees in bloom & sunlight

and you are treated to calligraphy.  Don't be stymied by the red line.  Think of it as a border in a notebook that can be crossed anytime, by any word.  Reminds me of salad burnet in b/w.  Just learned salad burnet is also called burnet bloodwort.  Well, there's the tie-in with the red line, wouldn't you say?