I feel the world around me as if it was brushstrokes
infinite and subjective space that is not separate from inner experience
from here the room expands, from here there is nothing
raw creative life force
i am not separate from this experience
i am not having the experience
i am experience
it is happening in broad bold strokes
in smalll whisps of color
in sweeping sensations
sound and color
shape and form
texture and feeling
thought and action
experience reinventing itself
and the room keeps expanding