This morning, during yoga in a beautiful park, I saw a large group of birds really high up in the white sky. They were weaving, dancing, in and out of each other without crashing. It was so beautiful, mesmerizing. It was how the Universe writes poetry. We are the poetry of the Universe - how we write ourselves and how we are written cannot ever be wrong.
This is a large painting I did 2 years ago. Tell me what you see in it.
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