BB brush lines Sunday morning

 I added a little ink and then did the free writing in between the strokes . . .

 
When I make a line my body turns and guides me when I 
make a line I know something simple and exquisite is hap-
pening and all I have to do is follow along - interested - in 
touch - moving - the moisture will pool if I stop - I am in a river
here - flowing - continuing - and starting pure each time - step-
ping into the energy - pulled along and then pausing at the end
bouncing softly there and lifting up gathering together all used
up - rising again - re-form the point - gaze on the past - begin
again. 

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