As I sat there at the river’s edge I decided to attempt what was impossible. Beyond the dualities and contradictions lurks our true self and the material threads of consciousness with which we weave our world. Droplets, stones, twists, and curls of self emanating from the depths of essenceless becoming. A true freedom in each moment is ours if we accept it with wonder and amazement and engage it fully. It flows all over and throughout ourselves. I stack pieces of a substance I can only call wood epoxy resin (and which I once called “shpackle“) in impossible formations. I can see the way my thoughts and hopes and fears are externalized all around me as people places, and things, and I can see the possibilities that seep through when we engage them creatively. Our hang ups and fears are holding us back from the true potential dream unfolding all around us. The dream is us! We can engage its processes, they are the processes of our own selves. An infinite mirroring occurs in which all aspects of being are projected and experienced as external sense data. Attention to every moment, thought, and action will allow us to influence and possibly control the unfolding of time. Seems impossible from this vantage point. I will try.
A Dream Stacking Stones By The River