From high in the corporate tower, in the dim distance, in the atmosphere of drifting fog, the curving highway, everybody driving home, a flowing river of light.
White blood stream of the city.
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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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t... -
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These two posts, they seem a couplet on enchanted vision. On breaking through the clouds, on seeing things from perspective of both heaven and earth.
ReplyDeleteThe views here are extraordinary, so are the antique-filled dining and sitting rooms and Persian carpets... ah, but the banks, how to encompass such divergences. The natural world and the moneyed world. I let the images come, express themselves and I learn from what they say too. Thanks, my muse, my friend...
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