Now, I sit in a June garden and am again without words to tell you how lovely it is at 7:30am this Wednesday morning. Then I read chapter one of the Tao as translated by Bright-Fey and I recognize that my language and art are in a state of flux, perhaps becoming line and light. "The tao source of life that we often talk about is beyond the power of words and labels to define or enclose"
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