let mind run away from a shard,
turning it into an angel fish
and you'll have what mind wants:
something interesting.
stay with the shards
and let them fall
let them fall
let them fall,
and you'll have nothing,
which is everything.
i could feel where the shards came from, they issued out of intuition, through the painting.
Mind wanted to name them, make them knowable.
It feared the shard.
The angel fish clearly came from my imagination.
I'm watchful not to get caught in the meaning of the shards, either.
Letting them come and go.
