Of winds and snow
Weight of stories
That I have seen and known.
I lived through days of spring
And summer nights
Beaten, drowned, and dried
A thousand lifetimes in plight.
I carry the memory
Of the forests and sun
Ready for words and art
With ink, well-spun
Every stroke of brush, a lightning bolt
Struck before, and will again too,
Perhaps with a sharper jolt.
Unafraid of the ink that stains me
And of the shadow that turns into art
Washed a thousand lives in the river
A thousand times from heart.
Awaiting a truth, gold-etched and fierce
That till eternity, will be signed "once more!",
A Great Noon of words
That Life would always adore.
Not merely a surface
I am a net of thousand deaths
Still a sacred beginning I claim
For I am the laughter of the stream
Captured in a frame.
Write on...
Of light and let the essence roll
I would never hide
But transmute it into something whole
Delicate as I am,
I let the world shine through
But tough enough
To not let the ink pierce my soul.
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A Little Something:
This piece tells the story of a parchment, Washi or Artisan Parchment, to be specific. The parchment is made from the Kozo plant, and involves a process rich in art and dedication that is truly inspiring.
This piece has inclusions that are allusions to Friedrich Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. The "Once More!", for example, is a deliberate allusion to Nietzsche's "Noch Einmal!" in English.
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