Monk Dance

She removes the kasaya from the shelf. Slowly she spreads its out as if it were a sheet of drawing paper. Once spread, she raises it up and places it over her head, and lets it fall so that it shrouds her body. The bamboo couch appears as if it is still covered by something. She lifts her leg, and writes characters with her foot in the air. She writes clearly, but the words leave no trace. It is as if she has written something of great importance, but the monk cannot make it out.