A Spring Night in Saigon. Early April is the hottest time of the year there. The lights of Saigon are bright in any season, of course.

Homesick for South-East-Asia.

Sometimes a stupa, symbol of enlightened mind self-arises. And sometimes it is helped along by Pema (Lotus).

A walk in the park.

Red. Why red? That’s what this series started with. Now it is (as anything we look at, really) a mirror. What do you see? Whatever it is, it is a reflection, a projection really, of your inner luminosity filtered by…well, maybe red. Maybe another color, notion, emotion, memory, or habit. Either way, you’re it.

The sheer abundance in color and fragrance is breathtaking. Sometimes literally. This year Enmempin decided to borrow some of that luminosity for his art. He sincerely wishes that return it many times over by whomever’s inspiration from looking at these.

A good friend imagined. Glimpsed. Twelve times, a million different friends.

Even with our eyes wide open we usually only see what our own mind’s busy monologue tells us to see. These eyes truly see. Which could also be called, ‘Just Seeing.’

Every moment we create our world by perceiving and, for lack of a better word, interpreting that perception. Seeing is believing, indeed.

They say you can’t bathe twice in the same river. Some Greek geek geezer. Not that Enmempin would want to bathe in this river. Or the next moment’s. But if you’re really quiet you can hear the melody. As ever-changing as the river.