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The Blue Traveler

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The boundless freedom of a natural born space traveler in the dark sacred sky. To be free, and to be alone, both are necessary. Feeling the wind and joy of speed. Fresh air replenishes vitality. Acrylic on canvas. 54 x 28 in. The Blue Traveler

Moon Birds

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I love moon; I love birds. I love to see and feel the birds flying in the night sky under moonlight. There is rapid movement beyond wind. There is synchronicity. There is communication beyond words. There are many - but they are one. Acrylic on canvas. 46 x 28 in. Moon Birds

Silent Rain

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The rain is falling silently in the luminous deep night. All memories turn into dreams. My love to you, through the ups and downs - will never wane. Acrylic on canvas. 48 x 54 in. Silent Rain

Melody of Dream

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  Richard Feynman, the renowned theoretical physicist, talked about the energy from the sunlight infuses into plants, trees, and then released from the fireplace burning of the wood - how wondrous! All forms change into other forms in time, all matters have their energies interact with each other. In the midst of the seemingly chaotic universe there are some very basic, fundamental principles operate eternally. That is the universal law. That is truly fascinating!   As Zen master Shunryu Suzuki said when a student once asked him to sum up Buddhism: "Everything changes." Acrylic on canvas. 32 x 34 in. Melody of Dream

Auspicious River

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Live long, live short, It doesn't matter. The mind continues. "The time is an illusion," wise people said that. I look into my life, life before, life ahead, The rich, dreamy experiences of coming and going. All is in flux. All is transitory. The profound consciousness remains. Tell me how to cut the water of river in half, Show me the way to divide time. The continuum of time is endless. Not here, not there. The energy manifests and changes; I can feel it. I am not too bright, I cannot see far, I don't know what is supposed to be. What's coming. The memory of time is deep in the forest, The green moss and stone walls scattered, In there I left my flute, But the melody still echoing. "Time River" - A poem written in 2018 re-write in 2022 Acrylic on canvas. 26 x 54 in. Auspicious River