fingers caress an artist's empty canvas
feeling the texture itself as a kind of art
emptiness as fullness
darkness has become sunshine
enveloping love expanding
birdsong is lifted up by the afternoon breeze
the breeze continues through the aspens, becomes a passing car becomes a distant chainsaw
it's a miracle how experiences blend into one another
silence to gentle breeze to inner stillness to water splashing to kids laughing to warm sunshine to love overflowing
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