Beholding is creating. Inherent in the act of beholding, of perceiving, is its rendering, its coming into being. This passivity is an illusion; perception is the most unstoppably creative force in existence.

The most beautiful thing
You can ever say is
Goodbye
When you know
It doesn’t matter.

“Look into my eyes,” she said. “Can’t you see how I feel?”

He closed his eyes. All he saw was a golden ring where her iris had been, and he understood.

Everything dies,
So everything
Is alive.

A bubble can break
But it cannot
Be crushed.

“What do you see?” he asked, watching her stare into the spring grass.

She replied, “Melted snow.”

He tossed the stick into the stream, watching it float away.

Years later, he walked along the same stream, passing a stick caught between two damp rocks.