Ink and Colored Pencil on Posterboard
April 9, 2011
Deep within the churning waters of my subconscious, I gather myself, my awareness, the single white hot point of IS, and move in the direction one cannot point, both upwards and outwards, but also inwards. It sounds paradoxical, but the universe is fractalline, so it manages to work out. Moving away from my persona, my shadow, even away from duality and the transient, ever-changing shell that holds me, breaking free, interconnecting with the ALLNOW on wings of light.
I do not believe that death is required for this metamorphesis to occur, only focus.
For further information, consult your pineal gland.