A bare mass of self-aware conscious spark of light cruising along the passages of time, in the pursuit of specks of happiness and ever changing truth. The hope that the truth shall ultimately rear one of its heads prevails. Lo and behold, the delight.
-My own musings and work.-
Location: Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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Looking left, right and center
The British Museum, 2018
The night kissed the fading day
With a whisper.
"I am death, your mother,
From me you will get new birth."
In Memoriam of my sweet grandma who peacefully passed away last Saturday, aged 95
Rest in Peace, Grandma. Love, always....
Staring at the Moon,
staring at the sky,
reflecting on reflection,
who is the one who sees?