I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.

When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.

Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
- Ryokan

Recent Projects And Random Thoughts

The Art Journal: These two pages will be the starting point for this upcoming Sunday’s Zoom Readers Group discussion.