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I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
serene landscape with mountains and water
house with front view
animal standing in natural pose
urban street with city activity
Slice of life scene
wide landscape with natural scenery
portrait of two people together
a cartoon of a woman standing in front of a poster
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
still life with everyday objects
bicyle resting against a wall
house with front view
house with front view
animal standing in natural pose
still life with everyday objects
urban street with city activity
bicyle resting against a wall
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portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
a painting of a man on a cross
serene landscape with mountains and water
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a painting of a man with a cross on his chest
still life with everyday objects
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
a tree in nature
portrait of two people together
still life with everyday objects
animal standing in natural pose
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
urban street with city activity
portrait of two people together
still life with everyday objects
Figure as architectural construction
Tech entrepreneur with data visualization elements
Triumphal procession with spoils of war
portrait of two people together
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”