scorched the last of the eggplants.
again…Paticca samuppada…. dependent co arising….she sees a moon moth, the moon and the moth rise
scorched the last of the eggplants.
again…Paticca samuppada…. dependent co arising….she sees a moon moth, the moon and the moth rise
Beautiful and so delicate… I can feel the fluttering wings.
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such gentle beauty
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i see twoo faces above with a blue cap on and the drowed one in the under corner , yes gently delicate beauty
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i could too, when i first looked at just the mark of
the dye…the moth was Right There
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and in such need of gentle today…this world weighs heavy
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the wonder of the spontaneous marks…many different
things can be seen
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Gorgeous…love this.
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you are back to drawing again
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the moth was There, waiting
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Everything is there waiting.
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yes.
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That cloth is gorgeous…the eggplant, too
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I see, not the moon, but space for an elder’s face and a bonnet 🙂
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