acrylic and gesso on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
Woosh! The sensation of flow. The rushing turbulence of mountain stream. The mountain where the mystic lives and meditates and chants and watches the eddies.
All the while, she ponders. . . the forces of nature, the rhyme and reason of human existence, the source of all longings, the way out of the endless cycle of transmigration, the infinite in the present moment, the immutable in the ceaseless activity of the stream.
Eventually the mystic resolves all by plunging in.