passages of time…

with each fall of the bamboo dear chaser filled with water the granite basin will gently flow over the sides taking the natural beauty of the periwinkles down back into earth to recycle….death brings birth and the same is true in reverse. every breath we take a cell dies to a birth of a new one. nothing lasts forever…only the moment we are fully present with.
November 13th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
Your words, your image, the sensibility behind the piece. Exquisite. As always
I think about all the granite water basins I saw in Japan. Mentally walking up to them now and placing blossoms inside.