What does the present owe to the past?
A few good stories or wisdom passed down.
In return, relics collect dust and lead an empty existence.
Archaic clay and pigment hold the past by a thread.
Anxious eyes look forward and forget.
The old becomes priceless, but for misguided reasons.
Wisdom is not for sale, nor is the link to those who came before us.
To forget them is a crime. To render them useless in a sin.
The spirit of now brings together two ends of a landscape.
A stilled vessel breathes again when given a chance.
Those anchored to the past fail to see today’s light.
Those looking to what has yet to come miss obvious joy.
Time is infinite and boldly hued.
To let go is to see all that’s possible.
Ai Weiwei – Colored Vases 2007-2010
Han Dynasty vases dipped in Japanese industrial paint.
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Words by c.b.w. 2013
Photograph captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”
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