It is said that a cloud never dies. The nature of a cloud is water. Which never changes. The cloud’s water may become rain and in turn a brook, a stream, an ocean. Or a glass of refreshment. But the cloud’s nature never dies.

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.

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

No matter how hot the summer gets, coolness is inevitable.

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.

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.

Can’t see the tree for the leaves…

A walk in the park.

Where does all this life come from?

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.