Nothing exists outside the mind. The mind is a living pallette lush with the many colors of perception. It is the proper tool in creating a world that is driven by the passionate guide of the master’s brush. When we have goals or ambitions, the mind pierces into the soft bubble of its aim, coats itself in the shade of awareness that is palpable to the vision, and manifests a new life for us to dwell in, a reality that befitting of our time.
But in order to tap into this space of creativity, a part of must dwell in the part of the mind that surrenders to the unlimited ocean of wonder. whether it is for recreation or building a new life, a part of us must let go of what we know and hone in on our intuitive thought process so that new thought may arise.
But just as the creation seems real, at best it is the grossest form (most expressed form) of that infinite wonder that dwells within us. Nothing exists outside the mind. Without the facilities to perceive everything, all there is, is an ocean of wonder and an infinite light of being. No picture. No paint. No brush. Just the One.