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...
You see, my Friend, you are such a perceptive writer, and a writer within the mirror of the third eye, by which I mean that no observation is not without examination of the veils. The pool is a perfect metaphor. Perfect. You echo these insights through the pen. Echo.
ReplyDeleteYou are a writer of literary eternity, my Friend.
Blessings~