Could it be that we are not so blind from the truth that we seek. That the everyday mind is the absolute-impermanence in the moment as it exists infinitly, just before it changes, with the voices that call us from afar. To return to the beautiful chaos, but always to leave behind a signature, a note for the rest to follow. As we continually seek out the songs, through our spiritualities, our sciences, whether by mystical aims or technological gains. Only to stand so far above what is happening spontanouesly of its self. A birds eyes view, to see the world through the window of an obscured soul, of what is actually occurring from below. May we come back down from upon high, to see existance as it stands so undivided without a means or an end.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Lukas Furlan