“Spiritual abstraction”

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Nothing like Your presence. Mercy for the flat world, endless. Voice imprinted, I sit by the window. I am being painted and written. I can see your Temple. I wonder the origin of a thought, I question the form. How does physical world come into being? Where is that simple common act of physical reality being created? How do we take a walk and where would we go? I see Your Hands, Divine Light. Ray us, God. Let us dissolve in the purity of Your breath.

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Photomashes

2015

15 cm x 20 cm