enter the now

I see a flower, I see a bee see a flower, I see a flower and a bee connect where my eyes were before camera lens paused in motion a moment.


Backwards like the way to find another line to look at things from.


Alive the way the center of a flower seems to thrive with an ability to entice, quietly, with grace, like flight.


Like a kindergarten sun still has beauty in its simplicity.


To understand black we need to know white so to find an imbalance we must have an idea in mind somewhere about what tension does to two objects in a linear plane and how the introduction of the third is always the offsetting word that gives subject and action a brain.


Always on top of each breath the air in and out maintained and ignored like a pattern in a dish isn't any kind of story in spite of the symbolism inherent in the weave only accessible when the mind leaves the present to enter the now even as the remnants of the experience linger on.