words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

variations | the silent place of no maps or memories

In a silent place
with [no – thing]
> just the present moment
and the awareness of being present.

The day began with many thoughts, and as I rode past farms, creeks, trees, and life itself, the thoughts became less and less. Until I was one with the body. One with its perpetual motion. Forward and away. And the awareness of its progression to stillness. Being present. Being Free.

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