As I move into the crowd for my daily work, I feel the space holding the entire crowd. As the canvas of silence holds all the noise, all the sound. Something is underlying which forms the basic fabric of life and everything/everyone is just printed colors on the fabric. Makes me take a step back from the print into the fabric and view myself in the crowd, as a part of the crowd, defined but fancy, unique but superfluous, serious but funny... seriously funny.
Namaste Friends :)
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