Waking up before dawn...

Beneath the surface exults an unknown bounty of tranquility. The friction created by two honing metals leads to sparks. I extend my hand, spread my thumb and index finger and I catch hold of the spark. The spark is alive momentarily between my fingers and then dies. In life, it produced a burning sensation to my fingers. Time travels in slow continuum as I float in the lake of tranquility. I appeal to my indifference towards things that do not matter and need not concern me, but the little me inside thinks greater of itself and wants to make itself heard in things that are of little concern. The little me can become a monster. Indifference is brushed aside. I live the illusion. I lose sight of what matters. In things that matter, harmony is created naturally and effortlessly. My body, my mind and my spirit connect with the matter to create art. Art in work, art in eating, art in sitting, art in walking, art in talking, art in listening, art in breathing. To achieve that. Every single action becomes a purposeful intentional creation in awareness of my thought. Every single thought becomes a purposeful intentional creation in awareness of my conscience. My conscience is a purposeful intentional creation in awareness of my environment. My environment is a purposeful intentional creation in awareness of (my) nature. Nature is divinity. To achieve divinity. To achieve my nature.