In using a brush or a pen, each stroke to the written word is intimately entwined with the spirit of the writer. Each curve, each flourish or each tick describes the physical motion by the current state of the mind. As ink shapes forms on the paper the concentrating mind begins to free the constraints of the wandering spirit. It is at this twilight moment when inspiration is born suddenly and ideas flow into the consciousness. This poem resulted when I was practising my brushstrokes on another poem. The first line just popped into my head.
剪燕騰空東南飛 Scissors-like swallows flying towards the south east,
寂寞苑庭破竹籬 Lonely courtyard and a broken bamboo fence.
莫愁花香無伴侶 Fret not over that the companionless fragrance of the flowers,
天有明月相思寄 There's the bright moon to send her regards.
Thursday, July 8, 2021
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