In my empty hands -without even trying, there is space for something larger than the all.
I don't do any effort, neither approaching nor moving away.
In my empty hands, there is something larger than what is large.
It is the emptiness, it is the nothing and that is the reason that I am able to understand what is incomprehensible about the nothing.
~~~
I don't do any effort, neither approaching nor moving away.
In my empty hands, there is something larger than what is large.
It is the emptiness, it is the nothing and that is the reason that I am able to understand what is incomprehensible about the nothing.
~~~
Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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