the stillest object or atmosphere may

appear to lack motion--but never

presence.

paradoxically, there's motion in the

greatest stillness--because it possesses

presence.

empty space has the most presence, it

needn't establish a dimensional

relationship to be so.

presence is therefore not dependent on

observability, neither is it independent of

it--it's simply present.

the eyes of a painting may follow you

across a room, just as eyes in-between

you & a painting may follow you across

a room.

even illusion has presence, as seeing was

believing.

remember--the dead outnumber the

living.

there really is no privacy--only the ego

may care, egolessness doesn't blush, yes

you're being watched.

the way that you'll witness a body (yours)

oversleep life--without judgment.

the bridge between the seer & the seen is

presence, which's to say seeing from &

back from to--simultaneously.

thus I present a bouquet of roses to

empty space.