i sit here gathering
all the bits and pieces
large and small
to the left and to the right
i scatter them across the floor
(for the table was too small)
and i keep looking
somehow i know
without it really making sense
can you see it?
it’s nearly emerged
and then…..
it sinks back beneath into the ether
one coloured world
my everyday extra-ordinary wonderful thing called Life...and my discovery of It
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September 30, 2007 at 1:50 am
Greenwoman
*sigh…* Boy do I get that. I start to see the whole empowered me and then she just…goes limp again.
Hoping the breathwork is changing that….
September 30, 2007 at 12:33 pm
Anjolie York-Schweitz
Or maybe you see her and she’s there (and she’s always there) but the pieces scatter so that you can see her a bit differently the next time?
It’s art too…
The way something will come and then sink back. Like how you can paint a painting a thousand times and it will be different every time.
And also how a shift can occur in your view and you see everything differently and the way that you “used” to see doesn’t even matter anymore. And maybe the things you used to see don’t matter so much anymore either.
Just my scattered thoughts….
*smiles*