Blank canvas.
Any painting is possible.
But nothing is happening.
In itself,
the blank canvas
becomes the painting.
It is a painting
of nothing,
which too
has great meaning.
Nothingness is beautiful.
We enter now
into nothingness,
loving every moment.
It was meant to be this way,
this time,
this blank canvas.
Every blank canvas
is the same.
Every blank canvas
calls us home.
When nothing is done,
the absence itself
becomes the beauty,
offering the void
as the beautiful.
In this void,
on this blank canvas,
the essence of beauty,
which is love,
speaks to us
from a place beyond form
and reassures us
that even in formlessness,
even in emptiness,
there can never be anything
but the
allness
of
love.