Reflective passages
Meditation is not an escape… but a return to the original self
Reflection is not an escape… but a return to the original sel
Written from a space between me and the world; a space unseen by anyone yet holding all that I have left unsaid
There, my thoughts slowly take shape, like light filtering through an old window, touching things without imposing itself
For me, reflection is not an act… but a state of being
Here, meaning is born from the present
And words blossom like flowers in a desert
No lineage defines me
But an act that rewrites me
A platform for presence
Where every event meets a memory
And every memory blossoms in a present that never fades
We discover the essence of the world’s diverse cultural developments, converging in the imprint of technical creativity and profound visual visions, in terms of the comprehensive meaning of the elements of human art, to form an innovative image of the world of existence and an affirmation of identity
