If the door of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is, infinite. – William Blake

welcome to infinity…

Our mind can be tranquil, quiet as a reflective but deep pond. No ripples, just still as a rock, and fathomless. In such an undisturbed and mute mode the ordinary springs to life. The wind dances while weaving its way through fragrant Spring flowers. Their perfume is sprayed over all who are alive and neighborly. Delicate sun rays land and bounce off dozens of color-emitting surfaces. Mother Earth bursts with sensory delights that are impossible to imbibe, all at once. Welcome to infinity…