Making a lamp
I revere wood. For me, it continues to vibrate with life after it has been harvested, radiating warmth to the touch and to the eye.
Like all life, including us, it is unique and—to my taste—interesting because of its irregularities and flaws, which share the tale of the chaos that living is. Lying decaying on a forest floor or oiled and wrapped around the light of a lamp, the grain tells its story in a voice vital with silence and stillness, music and movement.
Wood is one of my teachers, helping me to learn the secrets of playing, laughing, and letting go.
Since everything is but an apparition
Perfect in being what it is,
Having nothing to do with good or bad,
Acceptance or rejection,
One may well burst out in laughter.
– Longchenpa, Tibetan Buddhist Master, 14th Century