Accumulated context
And everything is mostly pictures
Each carrying each own silence
And lying motionless, always

It's plain unto itself
Revealing
Symbols do not frame it
It rises from their own being

Craving something so badly it makes me empty
And I do feel empty
But it's like I am content with this emptiness
Like it's the only thing I need and already posses

And I think I want to leave this canvas empty
And I think I want to throw colours over it endlessly
Blank
Layer on layer, picture on picture

And all paints accumulate to a thick black heavy blob
And all colours form a clear, thin white light
But it's like they are the same
Both cancelling distinction

Seen from different angles
One as weight, the other as clarity
A pendulum oscillating between everything and nothing
Motionless

And in the hush of the wind I imagined a voice
And in the bare landscape I saw a naked body
And in the embrace of the sea I felt a touch
And in the shadowing figure of the sun I glimpsed a father