Ebb of Presence
of life, dreams, and realization
Where the hush of silence and whispers collide. A still presence lingers, with thoughts amplified. Gazing at a world both distant and unclear. Contemplating life as visions appear.
Eyes—wide windows to a soul seeking verity— Peers into existence in patient clarity. Amid turning chaos, refuge is found in calm. A chamber of stillness, a meditative balm.
The world unfolds, vast and undefined. A quiet symphony of moments intertwined. Laughter, sorrow, and strife weave through time. The ebb and flow of being—a ceaseless chime.
In the silence, the purpose of being is traced. The meaning of moments and essence embraced. Choices and paths, connections and threads. All converge where thought and awareness treads.
With each passing second, the fabric unwinds. Life’s intricate constellation, where story aligns. Contemplating beauty, the sorrow, the grace. The fragile balance of time in this sacred space.
As the world spins onward, in endless parade. Presence remains steady, in silence unswayed. Within the continuum where truths are revealed. The language of cosmos and insight annealed.
About the Creator
Solomon Walker
Artist, Photographer, Poet, Entrepreneur. Director, Museum of Digital Fine Arts (MoDFA). Solomon is also curator at MoDFA Connector on X (Twitter).
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