Inherent or innate, perhaps conditioned or acquired,
the environment, the repetition, the cause of conditioned spontaneity.
The pen touches the paper and there is a sort of self emergence or self organization.
The two curves start to shape themselves cradling the bigger curve which surfaces almost from nowhere,
the moon manifests itself nesting the sun.
It flows. It isn’t me.
But it is a part of me.
It is my inspiration.