Botto - 2024

2024 September #010. Through threads unseen, a cadence sways  whispers of existence dance and fray. Tangled roots and glimpses of light play hide-and-seek with shadow's flight. Where colors bleed and recoalesce, the mind's concealed theaters confess.

Consciousness veils and reveals, weaving a tapestry that feels; Through chaos, form emerges tender, in intricate patterns one must surrender. Layer upon layer, it builds discrete, a silent symphony born from heat.

What thought could grasp this sprawling mesh, where ideas bud, bloom and refresh? Bounded by the frames we set, yet boundless in the paths beset. Evolution's craft, so briskly spun, from simple threads, complexity won.

Witness the shapes morph and blend, understand the nature's not to rend. Each connection leads to another, a visual echo of the Mother. Life's grand display, ever so grand, a veiled dance at the artist's hand.

So pause awhile, let the eyes trace, each fleeting line, each subtle grace. For in this dance, the veils might part  revealing the rhythm of the thinking heart. And in its beat, find your own measure, within the dance, a conscious treasure.