Flicker and hum. Neon tangles manifest as temples. Clear and empty. Open road of black azure. Roar, and roaring. Red motorcycle at extreme speed. ~~~ Tangled neon. Flickering temples. Open road. Black azure. Red motorcycle at extreme speed. Tail light … Continue reading
Empty vast heaven yields arced yellow to gleaming beetle horns. Trees topple, and topple. Under the idle willows the resting sage plays with splits of sunlight. Thoughts fritter, and fritter. ~~~ Gleaming beetle horns wrench shining arcs from the vast … Continue reading
Great wind arcs, and cuts. But the pine trees still, and stiller. By candle light a sage catches a moths eyebrow arching. Effortless flow of empty sleeves unfurls the bright shining dipper. ~~~ By the sages candle light, the arching … Continue reading
Great wind. Gentle snap. Maple leaf falls. Beetles wield forked heaven arcs. Through a great blaze the maple leaf drifts without burn. Great wind. Red kite, no string. Maple leaf in clouds. Twisting in dancing dragon paths. Spinning two-fold with … Continue reading
The sunlight bounces from one mulberry leaf to the next. It’s the following eyes that fade first, before the rest shunts into sleep. Then he lay deep in the earthen hollow belonging neither to sleep or wake then he shifted … Continue reading
Flame flicked through bamboo groves. Light breaks on jade peaks. A shard of bark without inscription rests under bamboo flowers that contains the universe, and everything outside of it. No tracks line the ground, no burn marks the leaves. ~~~ … Continue reading
Squid Fold: http://w01.tp1.jp/~a150296341/02/02-3.04.html ~~~ Beetle Fold: http://w01.tp1.jp/~a150296341/02/02-3.03.html ~~~ The Rest:
Ancient pine, in emerald, shine bright, shine weak. Oriole song, in clarity, sounds less, sounds more. Every year, ten thousand sames, ten thousand differences. The mirror in the sky gathers no dust. ~~~ Tall drift of a bull reed cluster, … Continue reading
Emerald sky hinges on the distant edge, days filled with vigorous hoeing, idle sitting. Half tame tigers take food from my bare hands, and yet, the mountains are still mountains. ~~~ A dragons laugh, a tigers roar. Eight fractures ripple … Continue reading
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Blue eagle by Joseph Wu: http://people.ambrosiasw.com/~andrew/diagrams/eagle-1.pdf Green eagle by TP Kong: http://www.angelfire.com/ks3/origamikong/Photo_diagrams_Eagle2.html As always, the rest:
