Afternoon sunlight daubs the pared back landscape with golden brushstrokes. Trees etched against a painted sky, intricate branches burnished with liquid yellow. A moment later the light has gone, taking the paint effects with it.
"No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; Let it settle itself." - Tilopa
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