Dream: a number seven fell from a blue blue sky. The sun was shinning beautifully and I was wearing a light comfy cotton dress, feeling the white soft sand under my feet.

When do we talk to God?
Perhaps when the mind is confused and the chest so tight... but we see something and realize we have eyes. They are always there but we hardly notice it, only absorbing what it catches, not with the perception that it's here, blinking, keeping its moisture, bringing the world inside. All you see is you, an entity, quite separated from all else. And if you don't have eyes that can see, you have the sounds, if not that either, the smells and the touch. You have your skin, sending you out, bringing outside in, not separating, but reminding you there's no separation, there is only movement. Just listen, Maya, open up some space for the silence. What a mess.

Nick Brandt

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