
"Breathe"
11" x 17"
Ink and Marker on Bond Paper(Heavy)
Paralyzed by the system, I had enough sense to recognize that tiny spec of light. I was beaten, battered, stuck. Like a recored I went round, and round and round and round. The utility of technology kept me in my own interest. Egocentric, Ethnocentric, World-centric, Kosmo-centric, I flew through infinite and saw no end. Now, right now, I experience cosmic consciousness. Awareness is my occupation and observation is my craft. Time is not linear... space is always filled with something. You can't have dark without light and vice versa. I am energy and light and so are you. We have now seen that the cube of the illusionist will not succeed... you cannot box-in consciousness. Consciousness is structured by a mathematical equation that the cube rests on. Wake up from the dark magician's trance... it is no longer necessary we can handle the truth now. Know yourself. Stop fighting. And if you made it this far, why the shit aren't we living in tree houses? Oh yeah... Let's Breathe.
Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!
Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!
Peace Profound
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Dustin
















