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| Pemeable Existence No.3 - 2019 |
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| Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1 |
Carved from Western Red Cedar, Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1 stands on three points of contact with the ground providing structural balance in combination with the organic movement of the parts. It is carved from one piece of wood with latitudinal grain orientation. It remains showing its natural surface, polished with fine grit sandpaper.
Contemplating on the inseparability of nature, I came upon a sense of profound appreciation of this physical world. No action is isolated, but contained within an environment, or rather is wholly a part of that environment. We tend to focus on visible matter but when a tennis ball travels over the net, the air is as important as the ball. Likewise, when we listen to music, it is the vibrations travelling through the air which reach our ears.
Upon deep reflection, the circular nature of events contains an order. This order is so balanced and immovable. It quenches all fallacy instantaneously. Moreover, any disturbance in this order, like a ripple in the pond eventually dissipates back into the surrounding environment.
This cosmic order, call it Justice,
So pure its objectivity,
So clean and crisp its power.
I revere its majesty,
But who reveres?
Another ripple in the pond,
A disturbance finding order.
Before I merge back
Into the great oneness,
May I merge into Order
And dance with the Cosmos.
The first and last lesson
From the great master—
How soon will we see?
In the timeless arena,
We already know.
For the answer is in the question—
Tomorrow is now.
~Mike Sasaki 2019
The dangling drip
Suspended loosely
At the bottom of
The thawing icicle—
Nature's whim
The droplet of icey
Water swaying most
Gently along the
Rounded tip—
At times
About to give way
To the earth's great
Void but then
Not yet,
Not yet—
The biting wind
Doth come and,
Congealed, the
Glistening spike
Was but alone.
MS2020
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On the Concept Behind "Inseparability of Action No.3" Sculpture
Opening and closing simultaneously evolve. The unceasing motion in the ocean, the cities, the clouds—an endless pulse. The quiet dark and cold—the absence of form and light—everpresent behind the scenes, behind the curtain—the mother of matter. The opening and closing are one movement as darkness remains with the light.
The ever pulsating form moves without direction or time. We refrain from imposing time and even space, as the cosmic energy breathes through the planet, skipping not one speckle of its surface with the paintbrush of motion.
Relationship—our cosmic union, from solar orbits to hill building ants, relationship—the essence of life.
The dark nothingness of nothingness sends ground rumbling waves of roaring silence through the vastness of emptiness, permeating all matter.
MS2020
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| Inseparability of Action No.3 - 2020 |
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The geometric Order
In all its splendour—
Rushing rivers
And pulsing planets,
Non-directional motion
And unmoving speed—
Life continues
While we ponder—
The polygonal faces
Classifying the noetic planes,
The limitless musings
Penetrating endlessly—
The wonder of Ratio
And the order of sound—
The majesty of Motion
And the unfathomable Reality—
The compassion for Fish
And the rhythm of the heart—
The tones of silence
And inverse geometry—
MS2020
Finding himself atop the high mountain
It was cold and barren.
The trees were none and the icy shell
Made for slippery steps.
On guard for danger,
He took a sudden leap,
And soaring downward
Almost weightlessly
He flipped forward in full rotations
Loosing ultimate bearings,
He also lost count of the somersaults
Because he did not have
A starting point of reference
To mark the count.
To him, his world was blurred—
The images orbited in streaks
Through his stationary field of vision.
Finally touching ground,
He found himself near the middle of the slope—
Tumbling along with the mass of a heavenly body,
He eventually ground to a halt,
Not before sending fragments of dirt
And forest floor debris hurling into
The light air.
Regaining his vision, the Mountaineer
Could now focus clearly on infinitesimally minute details
In his new found setting—
The deer roamed freely—without fear,
Casually munching on leaves and bark.
Their quiet snorts and wet mouths
Calmly but actively moving
Were received by the onlooker
In seemingly amplified fidelity.
The fleas bouncing around
The bristly hide
Sent dull, yet penetrating
Reverberations outwardly
In retarded spherical emanations
Of crashing molecules
Battling for rest in their
Weightless equilibrium.
As he gazed around the lush forest
With all the sweet aromas
Carried in the crisp and smooth air,
There was a silent sound
Tuned with exacting precision
Which had not an end nor a begining.
In light of this quiet energy,
The traveller took to building—
First, a Hut, then an Aqueduct,
And lastly a Basket.
The latter was finely woven
With nimble fingers
And still attention.
The materials were all
Readily available
And were worked
With ease.
Every breath
The climber took
Here, in the middle
Of the slope
Was eternal.
Every task
He set
About
Was
Finished
Before
It
Was
Started.
MS2020
Night and Day
Come and pass—
The stream,
The moon's orbit,
Motion—
Nature's allowance,
The pristine waters,
The weaving creek—
The crystal sounds
Of the stone studded brook—
The sweet breath
Atop a mountain,
Rich green, payne's grey,
Cadmium yellow, and crimson
MS2020
Sliding down the slippery slope
The rank air encapsulated
The greenish grey muddy landscape
Far into the distance.
Just as the speed of descent quickened
And the body gradually lost more and more control
A fissure began to open up smoothly
Like a giant lesion in the skin of the hill.
Scrambling in confusion, the victim
Unaware of the unfolding events
In his immediate path
Found himself coasting through a vast
Interior—airborne.
There was a gaping grin stretched
Forcefully across his face
And guttural laughter was found to
Project from his interior in cloudy jets of
Intervallic ejections.
As the speed reached a dangerous level
First the skin and flesh was lost,
Then the bones and their entrails were left behind by air resistance.
The victim continued to gain speed until
all movement seized—
His existence felt to permeate outward
In a single ring of electrically charged smoke.
In contrast, an atemporal feeling of inward collecting
Was also apparent and as always
The unity of life was present.
MS2020
Amidst the enveloping light
The scene's scrambling commotion
Available to the greater view—
Sudden blindness ceases not
The continuity of motion
Even at rest—
From the droning silence
Emerge empty attacks
And thunderstorms of peace
MS2020
The Onlooker No.1 - September 3rd, 2020
The vast space between the onlooker and the nearby plant
Seemed like infinity.
Eyes shut—
Eyes open.
The streak of illumination
Penetrated the dusty air,
Setting aglow
The slowly migrating patches
Of grey particles—
Meanwhile outside,
The bending light made people
Crook their necks in mystery—
“How could something so miraculous
Happen so effortlessly?
Why can’t we grasp anything?
By the time we reach for it
It’s already gone!”—
In his dream, suffocating volumes
Of sparkling glitter
Flowed in
In waving walls of pressure—
His eyes were flooded
With abrasive light
And crystalline powder—
Immobilized in a seated posture,
He drifted
In space.
So light yet so weighted
Was his being—
Outside, the loud speaker
Crackled with electronic
Amplification
As the deafening horn tore through
The occupied crowds—
The massive gathering
Began to rise above the ground
Whilst in a state of inattention.
The onlooker then knew
Where he was and regained
His footing.
MS2020
The wanderer traverses
Vast lands
In search of the jewell—
On the journey
Short glimpses do disturb,
Slightly stirring up
Vast questions—
Beneath the encrusted
Questions, the answers
Were always there,
Shining in the darkness
Of quiet suffocation
And smothering damnation—
The innocence of an animal,
The infinitesimal divisions of time,
The unceasing motion,
And the smiling heart.
MS2020
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| The Essence of Relationship No.1 - 2020 |
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The stillness of the morning air
Spreading misty forest fumes
Across the horizon—
The million year old scents
Do tint the city scape
With reminders of old—
And presently,
The sweet combo
Of rather classical tech
Amidst the mother's
Arms and breath
Does send shockwaves
Of potential and vitality
Purging through the spine.
MS2020
Another Day
___________
Volumes of light rain
Gently descended
Upon the city streets—
The quiet morning
Was accented by
The light grey uniform sky
And the unperturbed call
Of the gull—
The slight sway of the trees
Reminded the scene was real
And not a photograph,
The day was about to begin,
A day like billions before it,
Through trillions of eyes,
Ears and hands.
Could all this activity
Lead back to one mind?—
The heart of man,
The heart of love?
MS2020
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| The Dawning of Light No.1 - 2020 |
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| The Root of Time No.3 |
