Out of the now my body moves,
is listening to music or the sounds of nature.
My hands are finding the brush,
moving towards the pot with ink,
dipping the brush in the ink,
moving back in the air
allowing the body to find the paper
and waiting for the next impulse
to fill the empty paper with a brush stroke.
Out of nothingness something appears on paper
surprisingly recognized from the mind as
AHA — and with joy,
and in me an empty space
in fullness and bliss.
Stop, it's done.
Is it so ?