Contemplate the inner organic life
The skin is no longer blocking the view
It no longer isolates you from the other beeings
Do you lose your own constructed individuality? The ideea you have of yourself?
There are dialogues within your viscera, tensions reflecting the outside rout.
The same colours dwell in the inner landscapes, the same discourses, storms and stilnesses, the same rustling occurs regardless of the enclosing carcasses.
Stop the velocity you’re living your life with.
Can you feel what conects you with all the other beeings? Do you see the beauty of your own flesh?