Paintings
At eleven years old, a sensation overcame me under a mulberry tree. All matter was one. The blanket, the tree, the air, my body, the stars were one. Time did not exist, past and future were simultaneous. All was Love.
At eleven years old, a sensation overcame me under a mulberry tree. All matter was one. The blanket, the tree, the air, my body, the stars were one. Time did not exist, past and future were simultaneous. All was Love.