I’m a shitty writer. I’m ok with it. I wasn’t always ok with it because before, my obsessive need for perfection kept my words inside my mind and all my blogs unpublished. Over the years I discovered that most of us feel this way, as if we were impostors. In our heads we are just… Read more The lone viewer
You are seen through Whatever filter that opinion may be Who are you then But the universe who can only see itself. In the distortion of the seen A wavy projection from the mere reflection of you Lives in the average, the max and min and in between.
Existence itself is art school. Pure consciousness paints the universe in all the various dimensions of our perception. Brushing light into form, sound, texture, taste, and odor. Watch the light bounce into different shades of colors. Absorb yourself in the vibration of sound in your ear, and the tingling of feel at the surface of… Read more Existence is art school
You exist simultaneously at many different levels. Focused or expanded. Like someone would look at a map and have both views: street view and satellite. Awareness is what helps you learn.