Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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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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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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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ...
beautiful! and thanks for reminding me... i need to order some flowers for my mother in law in the hospital recovering from hip surgery.
ReplyDeleteI like that their beauty is not finished. It feels somehow appropriate.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Brenda. AndI'm with MB - to me this is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSnowsparkle, nothing like flowers, what else is so fragile and beautiful and all about us?
ReplyDeleteMB, I agree, though that is a photoshopped image... it looks better with the disappearing.
Mary, thank you...
This is beautiful! It doesn't look unfinished so much as ethereal.
ReplyDeleteBoliyou, thank you, and great to have you drop by...
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