From May Studio
Notes
Friday, May 04, 2007.
Oakland, late afternoon/sunset.
Looking through the west windows into the late sun shining
through the red-leafed plum…
the Tree of Life will come and go and come again, but for each of us it’s only
once.
A little later.
Mt. Tamalpais in the late light…
Is that what I am, that light on the far horizon calling to the students who come after?
We are always inside our horizons; the view of us from outside, we will never
know.
Last light of sunset.
You’ve only got one time with every passing moment, so say it
now…
“Oh stay, thou passing moment, thou art so fair.”
Dusk.
Oh, it all hurts so much because we have cared so much and
tried so hard…
They are all of them—my work this last month or so—manuscripts from a long
past to a far future (calling, calling). [And this became the seed-text
for #1, May
2007.]
The Chinese scholar at the
end of day telling with his brush the dying sound of old poems…