EMPTINESS IS FULL
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The Closer I Look, The Less I See

When I look at a thing, my mind gives it a concrete shape, a solid form
And I save this image in memory
But when I get closer to the thing, it seems to reveal within itself, intricate patterns and colors that I couldn't see before
And as I get even closer, the original thing completely disappears
But the patterns and intricacies are true and visible and never ending
Then I take a step back, and keep going further back
Now the original thing is again dimly visible but only as a small part of a vast myriad of patterns
So does the original thing exist by itself, in a fixed form at all?
Is it ever the thing or is it my focus that determines what anything is or whether anything is?


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