The mind is like the sky

The stars are always there, and yet they move; sometimes they fall, only to return and shine again.

And in the universe’s vibrant resonance, heard when the leaves cease to bow to the wind,

they reveal themselves more fully, perhaps more directly.

The sky is like the mind, a place of pause where everything unfolds, where sparks of harmless fragments transform the darkness into a light that extends beyond itself.

If you gaze for hours into the dark, almost petrified canopy that shelters you, your intention in the world begins to change, and you become an artist of new realities.