For some reason I don’t seem to know weather or not I am falling or rising. Am I spinning out of control or standing perfectly still with a sense of absolute self awareness? Where is my head have I dropped it again? Are those my feet? These fingers seem to be mine but do they really belong to me? I am not so sure. I say to myself that I am a woman of many roles. Now I just sound like I am some dramatic, diluted, balemic, self absorbed, petty, neurotic, actress that believes that life is acting in many roles. I assure you I am not. I suppose I should use a better word than “roles”. I take many forms in my life.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
For some reason I don’t seem to know weather or not I am falling or rising. Am I spinning out of control or standing perfectly still with a sense of absolute self awareness? Where is my head have I dropped it again? Are those my feet? These fingers seem to be mine but do they really belong to me? I am not so sure. I say to myself that I am a woman of many roles. Now I just sound like I am some dramatic, diluted, balemic, self absorbed, petty, neurotic, actress that believes that life is acting in many roles. I assure you I am not. I suppose I should use a better word than “roles”. I take many forms in my life.
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Beautifully said! And a wonderful look in to the center of the flower that you are. This picture is perfect with this piece, it's as if it is speaking.
ReplyDeleteEssence, this is what this piece touches into.
love, Clarity