Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t...
Stunning. You had me right there with you. Happy Solstice.
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ReplyDeleteHappy Solstice you amazing, inspiring women! xo
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Brenda, and I needed to read it today.
When the darkness is full, light resumes its journey back.
Thank you.
thank you, moose, beautiful poet... who are light yourself. xo
ReplyDeleteThat's a photo of a stalk of a sage bush against the snow last night, my ailing camera! Yet, still, it's perfect for the images in the Solstice piece, and so I wonder what resonances a camera and a consciousness can have, if you know what I mean! -:)
ReplyDeleteI wondered if that was from your camera, but wasn't sure I should ask — thought it might be a sore spot by now! But I'm pleased you've turned this to good use. It's got marvelous colors. (I should've known you would.)
ReplyDeletemoose, thank you for your kind, as ever, comments... the camera has its own poetry, somehow!
ReplyDeleteI like the new light look!
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thanks, moose! you noticed! ahhhhh.... (twinkles, & twinkles some more) *hugs xo
ReplyDeleteReturning to the Light
ReplyDeleteIn these days of transformation
as we learn to raise our station
as we return into creation,
express our highest dream.
Giving gracious praise to honor
taking time to truly ponder
taken over by the woder
of who we truly are
we join our rising star
as we open into space
rejoin the human race
and become
the voice of
music waiting to be song.
Hallulujah, rejoice, be saved
as we coalesce into the holy mage.
Sing, dance, be made glad
Paradise is in our hands.
(c) 2005 Laurie Corzett (libramoon)
You must be thrilled with this, I would be. I couldn't write it. This is a good example of the kind of elegant honesty you do. Just as impressive is the spiritually sophisticated take on your truth, when things break. I've missed you and your beautiful writing.
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