A Brief Contemplation on Light

In a mid-dark room, lights travelled in countless trajectories. The mundane and the crafted art work, the chaos and the organised, disruption and order; tones, shades and colour, the floor and the ceiling, the arbitrary object and the piano - they were all equally lit. Lines of light from one to another and where light was not, only shadows settled. Where light moved, the shadows reluctantly adjusted their resting place. 

As I sat down to contemplate and think in this space, I hit a wall of peace. A stillness approached me without desiring any reciprocal action. Untainted and pure, beauty was the nature of this Being.

After contemplating this, my thoughts took the form of images:

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