Luke Dowding
A Bead of Sweat
A bead of sweat rolls and falls,
it leaves a mark on the blue mat,
a physical sign of an internal quandary.
How to find peace in a landscape so restless,
in a story so disjointed,
in an echo of a voice?
A sore limb, head, heart;
stretches that seek to nurture them all;
a bead of sweat rolls and falls.
How to find peace in music so loud,
in a journey so frantic,
in a book with pages torn?
A breath nurtures streams of fresh thought,
invites and challenges perspective;
a bead of sweat rolls and falls.
ルーク・ダウディングです。
2020年9月28日。

Kyoto Garden, London
Autumn 2020