See how the moment flies

This is a poem taken from my mum’s journal mid 1970s. It is similar to Zen poetry in that it captures something uncapturable: the moment, time and being. It resonated, as I use meditation as part of my process. It also reflects discussions on meditation I had with mum, who was a lifetime practitioner.I am currently collaging this work onto tissue paper and board. I am exploring the flight of the moment and an abstracted fluid representation and expression of this theme.

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