time space and i

In the end, I may just be a colourist. Colour always spoke and I learned to listen.

Have you ever pondered the porosity of the universe?
its lines, its breadth, its breaths, its slipping through your being?
ever questioned the nature of existence? the lack of a beginning, the lack of an end?

“Time,” I read in Vedic texts “is nothing but a modification of the mind.”

Ironically, my mind will be thinking about that a long long time.
Mostly in colours…

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