Ink is the blood of the Art of Calligraphy:

The Chinese language wriggles and writhes

under the constraints of an ordered civilization;

If it grows stale with history, the Art breaks it free:

calligraphers summon the soul of a word,

know it, love it

and breathe new life into it,

a delicate transfusion from old to new bodies.

The word appears ike an old friend in new clothing,

years later living a new life,

but still carrying the same essence,

the same character.

Love Breaking Free From Open Circle (with Ripples)