This tree leaf, which from the east
Entrusted to my garden,
Gives secret meaning to taste,
How it edifies the knowledgeable.
Is it a living being,
That separates into itself?
Are there two who choose each other,
That they are known as one?
To answer such questions
I guess I found the right sense.
Don’t you feel from my songs,
That I am one and double.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1815
Ink and India ink on Kahari paper
Aachen 2013