The tree in its magnificent white coat more expensive and rare than those of animal fur stripped from its body for pleasure and not survival.
Royal and outstanding with lighting not by studio and contrivance but by an unknown artist. Who is this artist?
Some will start to label and compel the mind to find the source of this artistry. To wrack the brain, to compartmentalize in order to feed the intellect.
There is a majesty and intuitive feeling, a deep knowing when viewing this scenario in silence with a quiet mind. It is as if one was in the same space without thought interrupting this oneness and the joy of union of meeting the unifying principle of all Life and knowing there is only One Life and One Source.
swimming the depths
Natural backdrop and lighting so pure and perfect begs the question of the intellect who arranged this studio, this perfection? Was it an intelligence and intellect far beyond the human comprehension?
Was it spontaneous or perhaps the Unknown Artist made a palate of the colors and watched as a kaleidoscope of 'per chance' that these formed and amused and delighted the Artist as they self arranged the patterns and entertained the observer, or did the artist contrive this morn of glory?
SHACK
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