art Khusro Sabzwari

  I take my pen from its sheath And offer its sharp, linear blackness, unknowing, To this open expanse of empty white And give the wor...

art Eleftheria Emmanouil There are two parts of life. Motion and motionlessness. Movement is one part of life but to be in a state...

Out of the earth we arise to re-present the infinite … infinitely. Flesh of the earth breathing with a beating heart that communes wit...

Since this enigmatic word turns up in the title of this blog it’s important to be clear about what it means in the context of these no...

A world of grief and pain Flowers bloom Even then. Kobayashi Issa Spring from jamie scott on Vimeo .

pic Martin Stranka  So we sit down, we’re quiet for a while. And gradually the unwinding happens – of the mind, and the body, an...

Let there be a silent understanding and no more. Away with all thinking and explaining. Then we may say that the Way of Words has been...