It isn't a place I can easily access, but I've had moments of effortless knowing, that who I am – my most essential, spiritual self – cannot be measured nor defined using language created by the human mind.
Beneath the incessant need to analyze and understand – between the disjointed ideas and tangled emotions – below the ceaseless buzz of my logical mind, lies a pristine, untouchable stillness – an enveloping silence – a universal energy that cannot be tarnished nor destroyed.
Sometimes, I remember – it is only the surface that shifts and strives and strains. At my core, nothing moves – nothing wants – nothing is lacking...a perfectly empty nothingness full of possibility; the beginning of all that is.
Ballpoint pen, mostly continuous line – sketched while traveling somewhere in India in 2010.
