In waveforms we stand, in concentrations of divided light, the impulses shift and shatter. Momentary patterns, with tendencies to symbolize, to organize, an essence of reality. In an ordered continuum wrote with chaos, the phenomena is the reflection caught in the fluctuation. The meetings of dimensions, to co-create the other, of solid and broken lines, to modulate a frequency to call home.
Words Inspired by The Invisible Landscape, by Terrance and Dennis McKenna
Image by: Keith Peters