Essence is essenceand flat as I might feelshadow reveals otherwise;such is the mystery of life Orange is my essence –the promise of sunshineand creativity, and… I envyblue its expansiveness Constrained as I amby conformity –this silver-framedexistence a settling But shadows don’t settlethey stretch and bendand exclaim rebellionsavagely defending essence. (Slanted Orange was written in 2022 […]
Creativity partners more with chaos than clarityIt craves colour, light, darknessmovement not supported by 2 dimensions I delude myself into thinking that words,cleverly positioned, can decipher the compulsionfail to understand that soul, unchained, has no words It is the free-flowing expression of music, danceIt follows the murmuration of birds, andcrawls along the earth, serpent-like I […]
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.” – William Blake Weathered the would that frames this perception,
once painted with optimism, long worn.
How bright the ideals of youth, […]
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WELL-DONE! 😀
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Thank you so much for sharing!
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Ah! Memories of carefree youth. I still have strong memories of picking wild strawberries, catching pollywogs, laying on a blanket, gazing at the clouds and dreaming. 🙂
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Best part of childhood!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Nancy!
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So beautiful! ❤
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Thanks!
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Ah, so true. The pull of the woods and the trees…right back to the essence of childhood. Such gorgeous photos too.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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I feel that nostalgia also, like a left a little piece of myself, back in the woods or on a rugged beach.
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