There is a place of no names
There are no pens to write
No brushes to paint
No Canvas to create.
A place of darkness
A place without void or form.
Not for the faint-hearted
For there is nothing.
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For there is a thought which emerges, allowing a reality to exist.
A thought which fuels a whole cosmos into form.
It is this place of knowing the center is within us and possibilities endless.
Within our darkness, we retreat to a brighter place.
Beginning with a spark…exploding to a raging fire.
Let it be so.
Stepping into the Canvas with no thoughts…but one. An idea or thought that meets at a level of the heart. Through gratitude and joy, intention and action…we emerge in an eternal bliss of happiness. How can it begin with a single thought? Where do you think it all began?