The grass carries the fragrance of the earth as the sun warms the moistness of this ground to carry its scent in the wind. The eucalyptus rises with the smell of the earth to tell stories of the unknown. This vibrant source – of all – is only called “the unknown” because it appears beyond the scope of our visual, auditory … sensual comprehension. However, I am led to ask … is it really? Because if you were really to become intimate with the words you are reading, you would be able to get a glimpse into the nature of the writer. Hence, the unknown lives in that which it is the basis. The closer we look the more we are able to witness the creative brilliance of nothingness. The closer we look we are able to realize the beauty of our infinite potential.

Look closer … intimately …

 

everything comes from …

 

nothing.

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