The Underwater Banquent

$300.00

Medium: Watercolour on paper.

Size: 25 × 30cm

Translator of Their World

I’ve seen many kinds of feasts,
but none quite like this one.

They gathered deep under the sea—no chairs, no tables,
just music, bubbles, and a soup that danced.

The Buddha didn’t sit still this time.
He laughed, floated, and even spun with the others.
No one was eating in the way we understand it.

They were feeding on joy,
seasoning the water with memory,
and offering their silence as dessert.

I wasn’t invited.
But I caught the flavor.
So I wrote it down—
for those who still dine with their eyes.

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Medium: Watercolour on paper.

Size: 25 × 30cm

Translator of Their World

I’ve seen many kinds of feasts,
but none quite like this one.

They gathered deep under the sea—no chairs, no tables,
just music, bubbles, and a soup that danced.

The Buddha didn’t sit still this time.
He laughed, floated, and even spun with the others.
No one was eating in the way we understand it.

They were feeding on joy,
seasoning the water with memory,
and offering their silence as dessert.

I wasn’t invited.
But I caught the flavor.
So I wrote it down—
for those who still dine with their eyes.

Medium: Watercolour on paper.

Size: 25 × 30cm

Translator of Their World

I’ve seen many kinds of feasts,
but none quite like this one.

They gathered deep under the sea—no chairs, no tables,
just music, bubbles, and a soup that danced.

The Buddha didn’t sit still this time.
He laughed, floated, and even spun with the others.
No one was eating in the way we understand it.

They were feeding on joy,
seasoning the water with memory,
and offering their silence as dessert.

I wasn’t invited.
But I caught the flavor.
So I wrote it down—
for those who still dine with their eyes.