And all these landscapes that unfold inside,
if I didn’t sit in silence,
When would I contemplate them?
When could they be traversed?
Impulses are alive,
They emerge as scenery and release the associated emotion.
I receive them, let them live, perhaps, for a moment, and then I see them go.
The landscapes are infused with emotions within me,
breathing slices, resurgences.
Ink channel, stone platforms,
Thick night waters, sinking into dark blue.
A moonlit glow brings forth a few reflections.
Notes & Silence 
Deep perception requires deep silence.
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