Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Ink on stone
Circle of water
Breath becomes line
Paper opens
White as morning mist
Waiting
Brisk, soft, hard, steady
The brush listens
Black becomes sky
Stroke becomes wind
Silence speaks
Between two movements
A lifetime passes
In stillness
Ride the mountain
Ride the river
Write the name of your ancestors
In one quiet line
Ride the sorrow
Ride the patience
Let the ink remember
What the tongue cannot say
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Bamboo bends
Does not break
The hand learns this
Each character
Carries breath
Carries blood
Carries time
Mmmmmh
Not decoration
Not performance
But presence
Ink is temporary
Intention is not
Ride with calm
Ride with fire
Ride with the weight of centuries
And the light of today
Let the brush move
Slowly let the heart move
First in every stroke
You return
Water dries
Paper rests
The spirit remains
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Ink on stone
Circle of water
Breath becomes line
Paper opens
White as morning mist
Waiting
Brisk, soft, hard, steady
The brush listens
Black becomes sky
Stroke becomes wind
Silence speaks
Between two movements
A lifetime passes
In stillness
Ride the mountain
Ride the river
Write the name of your ancestors
In one quiet line
Ride the sorrow
Ride the patience
Let the ink remember
What the tongue cannot say
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Bamboo bends
Does not break
The hand learns this
Each character
Carries breath
Carries blood
Carries time
Mmmmmh
Not decoration
Not performance
But presence
Ink is temporary
Intention is not
Ride with calm
Ride with fire
Ride with the weight of centuries
And the light of today
Let the brush move
Slowly let the heart move
First in every stroke
You return
Water dries
Paper rests
The spirit remains
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh