This image lives inside of me today:

Each of us, human, animal, plant, is a doorway into potent emptiness. The door, the door frame, may appear different in texture, color, shape, but the opening is the same.

Some doors may appear closed, but the rich potential–that is no thing, that is perfect and prior–is always there. Forevermore, no time at all.

© Skye Blaine, 2011

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