Painting on silk

In those serene landscapes -- mountains rising above mists -- the blossom-laden tree, meandering path to a teahouse by the lake -- we touch the fringes of infinity beyond our variables of life, death, war; sense Power beyond the petty power-play of would-be demi-gods. Chrysanthemums, pagoda roofs, a boat moored by the shore and guests conversing quietly in pine-tree shade, are anchor s to the inner certainty we trust and need.

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