In the form of a Japanese tanka, 5-7-5-7-7 syllables, not that I’m strict about that.
white snow seemly dead
but contemplate still longer
devoid of thinking
here sentience thrives; ’tis a veil!
servile matter once spirit
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I have trouble being strict about any rules lol
This is lovely ❤️
❤️ warms me to see you, EC; always does. Rules, yeah, I know… younger days I was often accused of being structure-less once people got to know me. I think now, it comes down to whether I am self-imposing the rule or something else is. I like some structures now, as containers to pour creativity into. 🙂 thanks for your comment.
Nice focus too on sound here – CC
🙂 merci!
il n’y a pas de quoi
A poetic economy of words and image 🤩💕✨
thanks mucho 🙂
The spirit/matter paradox again. So many interesting paradoxes here in this image. I love the way it mimics waves and sand dunes. How white is not white but all shades of gray and blue and lavender. I’ve always been drawn to white-on-white images for some reason.
yes, know what you mean… the whiteness drifts away as an illusion after steady observation.