Out of the spaces of the mind that get filled with the holograms, trying to escape the mundane chatter, or absolute chaos of useless thoughts. Then there is a quiet. A calm. Yet I still feel my heart, a tearing apart of the feeling of vulnerability. I just need to feel. Or go into the Bath, the water taking on all karmic baggage. I let it go. I continue to take on and process from the collective. Working on the morphogenic field. I still have hope, it becomes a presence. Through all the suffering, all the joy, all the bliss, there is a hope. In that hope I allow myself to dream. Yet the dream must be met with exercise. Physical activity with the mental activity creates balance.
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AuthorThe personal blog of artist Shaun Gamache, where he will talk about his work, poetry, upcoming shows, and much more. Archives
October 2023
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