i stand here at crossroads wondering which path to take. none take me to freedom, none give me the space; none make my heart soar, none bring me the peace.
everywhere I look I see expectations and rules. breaking them is chaos and staying with them is suicide. have not had a day when i could tell myself that all are safe and stable, all are steady and capable; all are happy and together. i cant fly, my wings are clipped; every little feather that regrows is clipped ruthlessly, albeit unknowingly.. in the name of love, in the name duty, in the name of bonding and respectability.
free me and let me be, free me and let me fly, free me and let me soar, free me and let me try.
words that envelop, encase, sometimes shroud, explicate, elucidate, accommodate,alliterate all that is life. Even silence is nothing but words muted to silence.... soaring the horizon. These words are me; i am the words.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, February 9, 2008
midnight ripples
Time draws me close to the next sunrise as I sit here in the virtual canvass. Impressing my thoughts as they come to me in fits and starts. Lots of colors flash in my mind-- waiting to be splashed; the scribe is for now prudent; the begining is wobbly and the steps small.
Flashing lights in the dark sky;circling ripples in the soundless water;stirring thoughts in my mind;
all in the gyre- enmeshing together.
These are the offerings for now. many mundane bits and spirited highs to share with the virtual audience and a bodyless space.
Flashing lights in the dark sky;circling ripples in the soundless water;stirring thoughts in my mind;
all in the gyre- enmeshing together.
These are the offerings for now. many mundane bits and spirited highs to share with the virtual audience and a bodyless space.
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