Within this emptiness…this landscape is over-full.
Within its simplicity…is a complexity that is anything beyond what any of us might see.
Is it life that inspires art…?
Or - is it art that informs how we experience life…?
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Within this emptiness…this landscape is over-full.
Within its simplicity…is a complexity that is anything beyond what any of us might see.
Is it life that inspires art…?
Or - is it art that informs how we experience life…?
Would I know earth….without sky?
Would I know sky…without a tree to ground it?
Would I know white…without black?
Would I know black…without white to contrast it?
Would I know where to go…without a path to walk with?
Would I know the path…without knowing where to go?
Interesting where my mind goes…
When I allow myself to sit in the silence.
When I make space to listen.
When I simply observe.
I wondered what it might be to be that last woman.
Still standing.
Standing so absolutely perfectly still.
Brave. Strong. Beautiful.
Just one.
Alone…but not lonely.
Free.