It's a matter of educating the eye
to follow the
continuous movement of mind
not through thought
but in fact of essence
by its traces
where the hand touches
down on the aching white paper
more like life than
canvas
in that where one
brushes once intentionally
or not
clumsily or surely
with too much ink
or too little
or water or pressure
these are the basics
to the trained eye
even the merest lapse of
heart
discloses
in a hesitation or
hurry of the hand
an inauthenticity
and the stroke
not only the one which
finds
the page
fails.
In this the inner life
like the path
of subtlest tissue
a Buddhist
priest must tread
with feet wet yet
leave no scuff
can't be contrived
or painted out
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