The firefly in the heart

Asked to give a workshop on abstract art, 

I came up with a set of steps and choices 

That would make it easy to demonstrate 

A wide variety of tools and techniques. 

But I found the colors and choices so addictive 

That for the first time in my painting career 

I seem to be doing a series: over 20 paintings now, 

All in the same style, and I wondered: 

What should I call them? And today, a gift, 

This poem appeared in my reading:

 “Who knows 

That in the depth of the ravine 

Of the mountain of my hidden heart 

A firefly of my love is aflame.” 

Thank you, Abutsu-Ni!