Pentimento.

... because sometimes transformation is necessary.

Z.

Tractus.

ViVa!

Suspendere...

Anchors for light.

Light anchors.

Are your feet firmly on the ground?

Are your eyes grinding the firmament?

Light curiously enters us, but where does it go?

Does it lie in wait on the floor of our eyes?

Or does it subjugate us into believing its form?

Anchoring us to the ground below

without truly eliminating suspension.

Firmare

Fix...

Always watching... Grasshopper.

Graceful vigilance

Energy absorbing sun

Like warm watchful eyes

Really? I beg to differ.

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Draw: trace or produce (a line or mark) on a surface.

Centre.

Most aren't open to understanding things. Minds close and forget that which we were born to do. Play is important: curiosity and imagination. TED knows; there is no excuse anymore for not knowing.

Traces of myself, left behind me.

Drifting meditations:

Gliding like ghostly thoughts through foggy forest, footprints become phantasmic momentary lingerers that accompany the traces that fade foolishly until I disperse them again, organically.