copp and chiung-yukao,

a painter from taiwan.

back home she practices art and psychology.

she was walking after her last post-surgery physical therapy, and i think needed some love, and copp noticed and was ready for some love too. so was i.

a happy coincidence, essence of life,

 meeting with golden buddha.

she asked if we practice a religion. i said, maybe a sort of buddhism,

 animal nature worship. she asked what i think of. ideally nothing, but as i walk thoughts come and go in the passing scenery.

it was a bit tenuous, talking between two languages, and i wanted to nestle in the language these two shared. i nestled with picturing.

 my brain got tired and i pulled away a little when she asked if i had time. i think she was going to show me her art, rolled up in a little tube.

i wish i had asked her to unroll it for me.

 but her daughter lives here, also doing art and psychology, so maybe we'll see us again.

 it was a full moment anyway, like monk said of a musical note, it was a floating sphere.

but i wanted to share more time, maybe looking at pictures, listening to monk.

 when she grasped my hand it felt good, and then she did it again. and her other hand held copp's.

 all my contact is fleeting, on walks, and i fear lingering, like the magic will drift away and leave me standing there, babbling.

so fleeting, yet so relaxed and expansive, is this animal magic? is this love?

yes, of course it's love.