Life would seem to me to be all about the gaps, the spaces, the void. With how we fill it, how we see it, how we approach the emptiness, within us, our own selves, and outside of us. Everywhere we look is wide open space. Filled at times by things that seem meaningless, but seldom if ever are. The meditation, the freedom to explore, to roam, to make discoveries. When we are confronted with a blank canvas it is for us to provide a meaning and a context. We can imagine, we can paint, we can become anything. We can grow into beautiful shapes and creatures of endless colour and life.
I ask you to meditate. To ponder the majesty of everything. To question what makes things, why they exist and to challenge yourself in new ways. Constantly. When you hear silence, when you see blankness, when you feel the spaces, enjoy what they can truly give us. They are sent to give meaning to the world around. Our lives. The love. The raging grace of nature. Breathe. Consider the art of breathing. Each moment is a chapter, whether you blinked and missed it or do not seem capable of accessing the magic of what life really is. I don't claim to know, but I sure as hell want to understand and absorb and grow. Like a tree. A solitary tree. In the wind. Blowing, in an invisible force. Nothing else around, just what you can imagine. If you even need to.
When confronted with a blank space, a page without words, a song of silence it is the best of all, exactly what you want it to be. To meditate. To take the time out. For yourself, for those near you, for the world we share as a race. Come alive, do not fear the void, turn it into a forest of dreams. One tree. A forest. Whatever you desire. Imagine. We all possess this power. To unlock the door. We are evergreen.
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