Tuesday, 1 July 2008
an impersonal beauty
I take photos, I draw faces and maps. But are they beauty of my belonging? Do they stay around me to please me? more mirrors to see myself.
Beyond the skin of each paper or screen, there I found a thread I was pulling out from somewhere else. Not mine, for no one. The thread doesn't end, instead your interest does.
It is consistent and pure. beautiful, and you can trust your senses, all of them.
That's it when you appreciate, without relating to yourself: the pure consciousness.
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