Colored Sea
They say the eye is the window to one’s soul. Is it really that simple? … Look into my eyes. Can you see all of Me? Can you recognize all that lives and moves in the particles of my spirit. The…
View PostThey say the eye is the window to one’s soul. Is it really that simple? … Look into my eyes. Can you see all of Me? Can you recognize all that lives and moves in the particles of my spirit. The…
View PostShe comes from places of the seen and unseen world. She casts a brightness in the shadows of dim rooms. She opens as they try to shrink her; Fold her into tiny pieces of shredded past… Life… She rests in…
View PostAs I sit in one of my favorite places to write, I take a few minutes for deeper reflection. The Earth’s saddest day and most joyful were just three days apart. In three days everything changed. Nonbelievers became believers. He died…
View PostWater spoke. So, I answered. I came and I watched. I played and I waited. Then, I spoke. So, water answered. It came and it watched. It played and it waited. Until our lungs were seduced into slow waves. It whispered…
View PostIf I had the power to do anything, I would change the game. I would change the ideas of what it should be. I would do nothing like it was taught to do. I would change the game, so money or cars wouldn’t…
View PostI’ve known men who live in deafening boldness, and those who thunder softly in their hearts. I’ve known men who speak words fearlessly, and those whose voices speak in deeds. I’ve known men who love immensely, and those who are…
View PostWhen people ask me, as they often do, where does it come from? The paintings? The vision or idea? Like an outsider, I observe my mind searching for the answer. It shoots straight to the center. I could feel it;…
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