The Changemakers

philosoraptor
Feb 10, 2024

They painted canvases of gold; with a brush that melded lines into curves, curves into waves, and waves into the wind. Across and down the evened board. A squared fabric frame turned into fires and hell; Into valleys and oasis; Into skulls and life. In the same sense, they travelled and discovered, read and learned, opened and transformed. No transformation too hourglassed, no discovery too abrupt. Rolled into worlds uncharted for the betterment of themselves and the equanimity of all beings.

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