Mind is blank before a white page and imagination a new way of seeing. It follows a pattern , coloring thought, forming question marks like ripples in still water awakening with a quiver of heart, a soft and tender energy.
It lifts the momentary strain of memories, the worries of uncertainty. It lets us live outside the darkness of our inner world; it leads us to the edge of earth beyond nothingness, where was and not yet hang in the air, to a sensual moment where self creates its own perfect present.