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| Tendril |
“All you really have is striving to be ever more conscious, and to be present, and you can actually start to see the beauty that is all around us right now.” - Peter von Tiesenhausen
Between consciousness and materiality
art happens.
Where tendrils become barbs.
Tendrils grasping, clinging, bending
stems into rolling nests.
Mind grasping, shaping, bending
barbs into a swaying boat.
A lost boat.
A boat that sweeps like a broom,
adrift
on the waves of the air.
It even sounds like the sea.
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