The Abstract

cropped-cropped-img_6177.jpgThe essence of life inside of time, is but a whisper. We feel it against the skin of our necks. Gentle. It moves us the way leaves flow there, bouncing from sky to earth going where it goes, until it stops. We hold tightly in our hands these moments, these memories of coming together. Oneness. What other than that. Some questions are statements. We ask only to confirm what is already known. Look there, beyond there to that place where seeing begins. What becomes now of your sight when the way has been made. Come with me. Let’s walk the path to The Abstract.

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