Where Stillness Becomes the Frame
Stone leans toward stillness, and the lake forgets how to move. In this lyrical meditation on presence and process, Sanctum is revealed not as subject, but as threshold.
Held Between Realms
Between rain and light, the jetty breathes. A lion does not roar. A palm does not move. In this brief haibun, silence becomes both threshold and mirror.
The Lake Does Not Ask to Be Seen
At the edge of the royal baray, even the nāga curl into gentleness. This meditation enters the waiting, where water receives sky and the shutter listens longer than thought.
A Silence That Watches Back
Before dawn at Srah Srang, the artist steps into a silence that watches back. The lake forgets to move. Lions lean forward. A single palm stands, needing nothing.
