Oil Paint Canvas

50.8 x 50.8 cm 20 x 20 in

2026

There has only ever been one flower.

Not one flower among many, but one flower appearing as many.

It blooms as every self, every world, every perception.

Each bloom believes itself to be its own beginning.

Yet beneath every form, every name, every story, the same flower quietly remains.

It forgets itself into multiplicity.

And remembers itself through oneness.

What appears as separation is only distance.

What appears as another is only the self meeting itself from a different direction.

Every flower says -I am Every “I am” speaks of the same flower.