Thoughts walking down country road.....
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There has never been anything to hold on to, it's more life free fall without movement.
This experiencing has no landing points, nowhere to hang a label, free of all concepts.
It simultaneously dances in all directions, yet there is no dancer to be found.
Words easily slide off it, it evades all description, and still the urge to paint its beauty never wavers.
A palette, thousands of vibrant colors will never be enough to capture this nothingness.
There is no it, and it is everything.
Gently, peace reaches for the brush.
Feelings of gratitude arise to all the painters of mystery and their amazing self portraits.
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