less is more
—a meditation...a practice...a way of being
Emptying busyness allows a vacuum in which art might form or not.
Fall into the abyss. Awaken looking up at the distant starry sky.
Excerpt from Part 3 of W,B, Yeats' The Circus Animals' Desertion
... Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
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Perhaps build a ladder of bones tied with rags
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