Friday, August 16, 2013

Paper Poem by an 8th Grader After Attending a Papermaking Workshop

[Tashi Mannox, calligraphy see credit below]


More than the sum of its parts
Undefined, unconstrained, uneffectable
We, like strands of fiber,
Converge, connect, and combine
Put on to paper like stars
Into the sky, it's empty
Unfulfilling, uninteresting, unconditional
Defined by its parts,
Yet, unobtrusively undefined
Denoting pain and dull
Creatively unhindered
A cautionary tale of recklessness
It is the brightest day
The darkest night
The patterns in chaos
That we try to define

by Jonah

[This poem was handed to Sheryl by an eighth grade boy named Jonah following one of her workshops-one should always sign one's poems with your full name. He captures the depth of the experience which is something primordial]

Calligraphy Primordial Purity, Golden World by the great calligrapher Tashi Mannox reprinted from his blog

"The splendor of the universe, our world, from where we are born and return, can be experienced by us from a sacred viewpoint....." To read more, click on the link above.

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