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There only ever was just this.
Being just so, expression pours out.
The canvas is blank.
Twitch, and create it all.

Given

Expended.
Heaped upon the sand, grey corpses rest.
The life that was, has burned away,
transformed in a life combusted.
Others take root and burn with purpose.
Consumed by the one purpose.
Giving up form for form,
never losing the essence.

The theme I am working with in art practice these days is "complete giving".  My current subject is incense.

Yuyake

Day softens.
Intentions and activity settle.
The world is at rest
A cat's belly warms my legs.

Today was the first day of the year which no one could argue that it felt like spring.  I spent far too much of it indoors.  The windows were open and we were in and out for groceries and some attempts by our youngest at riding a two wheeler.  Without adding any activity, the day was full.  The day was fullness.  Now it is night.  Good bye day.  Time for sleep.