Internal Artist

Internal artist:

it's that we're more an internal artist, thoughtful in meaning and purpose, and the world created through our minds. Everything written here was first a thought, no matter how subtle at first appearance and mysterious in its arrival. Whoever reads this now adds to it, lending their own interpretation, seeing it in the original light of their own understanding. 

this is our collaboration.

and it's the same with every object, that we provide beauty to everything seen and meaning to all that's heard. Our thoughts are instruments of something divine, as if our essence is bare, ready, waiting for whatever interpretation the mind provides. We remain empty, spacious, serving as capacity until thoughts arrive, and only then does the world gain measure and labels, our internal artist creating a landscape more truly of the mind than actuality. In this light the world is mostly an illusion, real in a certain sense and substance, but not with any inherently true meaning. The world too serves as capacity, appearing from an empty source, remaining so at essence, and lending itself to our design. 

this all happens so seamlessly, not even a slight distinction should be made from internal artist to the world, that everything happens at once and without any true distinction. There is no artist without display, and no landscape without the mind. It's all one thing really, beauty belonging as a reflection of the seer, music only existing as the essence of a listener. Beauty and music being so seamless in experience as to not be even noted until the moments gone and only then claimed to be seen or heard. This world is the creation of an internal artist, empty of any true design of its own, serving as capacity only for interpretation, reflection, no purpose other than our own revelation. 

and that it all appears at once, one thing really, capacity, artist, and design.

~

Peace, Eric