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Travel into the Rhythm of Color

Act without expectation.
LAO TZU

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I channel in order to know
Inspiring healing
I seal the store of accomplishment
With the resonant tone of attunement
I am guide by the power of self-generation

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Open the Seal of Transcendence

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At first, art imitates life.

Then life will imitate art.

Then life will find its very existence from the arts.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Lo importante no es ser mejor que otros,

si no mejor que Ayer.

Jigoro Kano.

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WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

CNV00025 Thames footpath (by jim sedgley)

 

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

People were here earlier.

Women pushed strollers.

Joggers raced by.

Tourists held cameras.

Where did they go?

Take a peek in the tunnel.

You’ll find them.

Lined up

like wrapped packages.

Happy Birthday!

 

ICY HOT

Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

THE DARKNESS INSIDE

 

Teeth glisten in the dark

as I walk through the park.

I stop in my tracks in fear,

not knowing what can be near.

I stand quietly and listen,

but I only see the glisten.

Soft footsteps ring out behind me.

I’m not waiting around to see.

Then I happen to glance down,

and my face droops in a frown.

The fanged smile floats on the lily pond.

Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.

It reveals the darkness inside

that I’ve always failed to hide.

THE GREEN

 

The green hides inside

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night,

Growing in might.

A fine mist falls first

As trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole

By forming a deep hole.

As the fairies alight on leaves,

I need out of here, pretty please.

 

 

TEARS

redlipstickresurrected:
“Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) - Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
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I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t give up the fight.
I will wait each...

Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody  Paintings: Oil on Canvas

 

I cry in the morning.

I cry into the night.

Tears to fill an ocean.

I won’t give up the fight.

I will wait each day.

Bow my head and pray.

You’ll return to me.

I can’t set you free.

 

 

THE BUZZ

thedeadgameblog: “ A BUD A bud so sweet, It can’t be beat. Throwing off heat, Enticing treat. Its scent draws me near, Still not feeling fear. It soon becomes clear, I shouldn’t be here. The buzzing becomes loud, Near my face big and round. I quickly...

 

 

A bud so sweet,

It throws off heat.

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

The buzzing becomes loud.

The fuzzy face too round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.