Kaleidoscope, Layers of Dust, Edge of a Cliff @ 12:27 AM

Life is a kaleidoscope. Colors and colors and colors fill your vision, patterns blind you with the unthinkable combination of explosion and fireworks. When you look away, you regret doing so.

Life is a layer of dust, collecting on table tops, unaffected, until some human fingerprints disturb the surface. At the point of contact, particles rearrange. Forever changed.

Life is the edge of a cliff, eroding, waiting to fall. The winds- carving out a work so abstract, so plain and simple, until the core, the very core of it, stands exposed and vulnerable.

Life is nothing and everything. Who am I to definite it?

"Those not busy being born are busy dying". (or something like it) Bob Dylan.

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Dear Vannalyn,

Not everything needs definition. Not everything needs calculation.
Do you believe me?
But is everything, everything an art?

Labels: contemplation