I watch geese waddle
into the bay and wade out, be-
coming blanks in the
blue. A painter of
space, I stare into it un-
til my eyes water.
The Zhuangzi says the
Way is brightness, is stillness,
is emptiness. Take
Basho’s sound-vision:
‘the sea darkens, the voices
of the ducks pale white.’
The maker still loves
things made as they are released
in their own image.
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