Everything happens at once. The mixing of blue-green dropping white on cold brown rocks, a maelstrom of water sounds affixing themselves to fine hovering mist which talks pouring and pounding to the surroundings, flat river interrupted; sculpted liquid fluctuations arising / collapsing ever-changing life depicted in mid— crest: trough, tribulation, swirl and foam, scented moisture feels soft over the jagged undercurrent. A fish jumps. Water carves stone. We are released: through spray the river flows, exiting the eddy and peacefully home.
The red waves of an azalean sea, Foaming in crimson and pink and ruby, Break on the soft green grass shore before me, Behind them / Looming / Snow capped / Mount Fuji, Oh, how much I wish right now to be, Surrounded by these florid waters, To swim into the painted scene and see, To exist as colours—in eternity.