Spark

for Max

I am immersed in the

atom of that moment; or

rather, the actual instance

of the firing of neurons. A

zazen moment, unlike any

other and the culmination

of a lifetime. On a galaxy a

universe and eternity of

completion the circle: an

embodiment of everything

that is and was and will be

made real; visual and perceptive.

I am reminded of circles seen on

white pages of space by sufi

poets; I am held in the moment of

the creation the spark that release

of the brush and making the mark, in

black, on the paper. The car crash in

London my life projected in a moment,

in real time. I know that spark and that

instance: it is the firing of words and of

pictures, of shutter release and of genius.