Deconstructed Watercolor Portraits by Henrietta Harris.
”.. . often when I come out of ecstasy I think the whole world must be blind not to see what I see, everything is so near and clear … there is no language which will express the things which I see and hear in the spiritual world …”
Sounds like an acid head, of course.
What they all saw in… a flash was the solution to the basic predicament of being human, the personal I, Me, trapped, mortal and helpless, in a vast impersonal It, the world around me.
Suddenly!—All-in-one!— flowing together, I into It, and It into Me, and in that flow I perceive a power, so near and so clear, that the whole world is blind to.