女孩的温柔接纳了大地的圖騰
古老記憶的花園正在甦醒。

當目光驚訝地輕觸，
時間緩緩舒展。
每一抹呼吸的色彩，
找不着起點却繼續蔓延。

嫩芽，靜靜破土。
尚未命名，但靜靜破土。

（陳楨）

陳明發詩想〈說法〉～～照字面上的說法，這裏没有書法。去到書法那里，却說它和繪畫在一起。書法和繪畫的界線在那里？我每個想法都是满满的一面文字，但始終都是那個說法，這裏没有書法。補充一句，這裏也没有繪畫。我本人始終是那個說不出的想法。那個感覺。

Literally speaking, there is no calligraphy here.
Yet when I go to where calligraphy should be,
it tells me it dwells with painting.
Where, then, is the boundary between the two?

Each thought of mine brims into a full page of words,
and still the same refrain returns:
there is no calligraphy here.
Let me add—there is no painting here, either.

What remains is only myself,
forever that unspeakable thought,
that ungraspable feeling.