Zuihitsu

A dot
is a fully-Realized
circle.

There are two creativities:
creativity merely from the mind,
and Creativity from the Muse, the Soul.

When the black on white painting is dry, I love to run my fingers over the slightly raised image, my hand retracing the movement it made when painting.

But this time it is my hand, not the brush, that experiences this delicious sensuousness. Perhaps that’s why brushes love to paint.

“The aim … is to perceive the small existing within the large, and the large within the small, to see illusion within reality and the reality of illusion.” 
— Shen Fu
(Six Records of a Floating Life, c. 1808)

and

To see a World in a Grain of Sand 
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, 
Hold Infinity in the palm

Here on earth,
I am an antenna.
Please use me.

With my black ink paintings, I love what the Chinese call “flying white” – the white of the canvas showing through the black.

Now I can see the intimate marriage of black and white. Not black on white, but black and white. Co-joined in love.

How can a mother
really love as a mother
if she doesn’t believe
that her mother loves her?

Wakened by thunder
– and I’m singing
“Blue Skies.”

It seems I’m becoming like a preacher: Find God’s love, and gratefully reciprocate to God and to all.

But I differ, being psychologically-trained, in that I regard the way to God as being through our mothers. To come, at last, to Know her as the Mother of Love, to live in

Shin Buddhists invoke Amida Buddha to be transported to The Free Land, to Heaven on earth.

We come to Heaven through Amida, the Goddess of Light and Compassion, the Mother of Love. Through seeing, Knowing, our own mothers as Her.