"Dear Fellow Painted Soul"

[Scott]

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Dear Fellow Painted Soul,

I love the ever-dancing paint, but I also love and am in love with the all-accepting blank canvass that is always there, always present--omnipresent--behind the dancing paint.

And I would never wish the paint away, for that paint if anything is perhaps what gives the canvass its use and value and visibility. It's like an invisible ghost wearing a shirt or wearing a bed sheet. I only see it and glimpse its form thanks to the coverings.

Yet, it is often also a welcomed act of wonderful transcendental revelation, when the ghost's full-body outfit tears a little hole for a little bit, and I catch a glimpse of the shocking invisibility and beautiful supernatural revealing emptiness underneath.

It is a welcomed act of wonderful transcendental revelation when the dancing paint for a moment doesn't cover the entire canvass, and reveals some of that beautiful seemingly supernatural revealing empty blankness underneath.

It's the absence of hate and the absence of trying.

It's the absence of resentment and the absence of lying.

It's the absence of resentful unforgiveness and the absence of nonacceptance.

It's the infinite quiet spaciousness and calm beautiful emptiness underneath it all.

As I see it, the spaciousness and beautiful emptiness isn't filled with love, it is the love, the unconditional love.

The principle of "Just Love Everything" isn't something you do; it's the huge infinite list of things you don't do, or at least that is found behind those things when you do them, the love behind the hate so to speak. It's a type of abstinence, a type of emptiness, a spaciousness, a savings.

It's what you see when you let the lies, denial, and illusions dissolve. It is behind the playful masks, hinted at by what's behind the dark curtain on the dramatic stage of dancing figures. When the blanket of deceit and overthinking and overdoing dissolves, it is what is revealed.

Some people can't even see past the most outer skin of things. Even skin deep is too deep for them. To them, the world is a colorful place of different colored skins.

If you look deep enough, you will see the unity and oneness not only of all people but of all things.

I do see your clothing and its patterns and colors, and I do love the colorfulness and diversity, like a beautiful rainbow or glittering flower garden.

I also see through the clothes and skin.

I see the real you.

I see under, past, and through both the literal clothes you currently wear and the human suit you currently wear, in that one little exact spot in spacetime.

I see the real you.

No matter how much clothes you wear, or what clothes you wear, or how those clothes change and evolve across time and space, or how they are different at different points in spacetime, I see the naked you, the real you, the unchanging eternal naked you.

Even if your shirt slowly changes color, or grows thicker, or deteriorates away, I still see the unchanging eternal you that wears that shirt. I still see the real you. I still see the naked you. I still see the invisible. I see, always, the invisible you.

Even if that human suit very slowly transforms into a kitty cat, and even if humans go extinct, I will still see the real you when I look in that kitty cat's eyes. And, even when the kitty cat that is your outfit at that time and place closes its eyes, I will see through its fur and skin, its meat and bones, to see that it is you, the real you, wearing yet another one of your many different ever-changing ever-different outfits.

Your wardrobe is diverse. And I like that. I love that.

But I also see the naked you, under the clothes and skin.

I see the real you.

And I love that even more.

I love your outfits, each and every one, but I love you even more.


With love,
Eckhart Aurelius Hughes
a.k.a. Scott

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[Dana Lawrence Lohn]

Incredibly lovely poem! The notion of feeling so completely seen, stripped bare of all but essence, and loved for it - isn’t that among the ultimate aspirational experiences in the human existence?

[Sushan Ekanayake]

This poem beautifully captures the essence of seeing beyond the superficial—recognizing the ever-present 'blank canvas' behind all appearances. It's a powerful reminder to look deeper than the surface, appreciating both the visible diversity and the invisible unity of all things. Truly, a call to recognize the 'real you' beyond mere appearances.

[Jeff Kanda]

You have skillfully used the painted canvas to convey deep philosophical and spiritual insights. Thanks for the beautiful and thought-provoking poem!