Non-duality — not the merging of two, but the absence of two from the very beginning.

Light never rests on the surface alone.
It always falls on time first,
and only then on the eyes.

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One afternoon,
at a corner of a Paris flea market,
this canvas appeared in silence.

Its surface carried a layer of newer paint,
yet beneath it still slept an image
from more than a century ago.

When the gold leaf was laid over,
the past was not erased—
it was simply placed
under a garment of light.

What the viewer now sees
is the bright face of the present,
and the depth
time has pressed into the same plane.

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At the top and bottom,
a point of white and a point of black.

Two forces, silently pulling,
silently tearing—

leaving between them
a golden field of emptiness,
belonging neither to black nor to white,

a space where the mind may rest
and witness itself.

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Shift the angle,
and the light shifts with it,
as if behind it lay
another chamber,
still unopened.

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Not black or white alone.
Multiple truths coexist here.

History, matter, and consciousness
are imprinted on the same surface:

the old painting beneath,
the overpainting above,
the present gold,
the act of seeing now.

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The essence is beyond duality—
śūnyatā, pure awareness,
the indivisible whole
often named the sacred.

Illusion, māyā,
is the radiance of that essence,
as dream and waking are not two.

Thoughts and feelings
rise and fall like waves;
their nature is clear,
unstained as the open sky.

Samsara—only the mind’s projection;
and behind it,
emptiness and awareness are one.

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When black and white face each other,
the golden space becomes a mirror,

revealing the vibration
and the origin
of the one who looks.

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Time and space dissolved—
one breath enduring.

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Beneath, within, beyond,
past, present, future,
still breathing,
slowly.

Oil over gold leaf over oil
on century-old canvas
22 × 34 cm
2016

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