the space between each thought.

The silence.

It oozes,
and drops-
onto the sides of the paper.

the lines.
the energies.

And it was in the space, (in this silent space alone), between each thought,
that I found (all) that I was searching.

No need to find an anchor, it (I) was already here.

Pure radiant consciousness, (me).

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