Heavenly bodies, paper collage, 2020
your peace is tide spotless like warm rain sends out roots invents prophets invents poets invents a grim, impossible fate like rebirth, this too, is inevitable overhead, a second sun cracks, runs golden unties its strings & waits
The inevitable mystery of expression is but a one-sided mirror within a mirror; such is the warmth of our myths: too obvious to us, too hyperial. Perhaps one day too I shall conjure peace in a state of waiting or a paracosmos bred and bled in truest gold. For now, nothing heavenly tastes of peace at all.
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What a profound and beautifully written comment. I think cosmic metaphors are often appropriate for shifts in consciousness, as are nature-related metaphors indicating metamorphoses, progression through seasons, etc. Peace is, like many other inner experiences, heavenly sometimes. But like the tides, must also change.
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Your genius knows no bounds, señorita! 😮
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Thank you very much, J. That’s very kind of you to say. 😊
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The collage is so perfectly attuned to your words! Lovely.
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Thank you very much!
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You are on another level right now. This is pure poetry. I love both this poem and the collage.
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Thank you so much! Your comment just brought a big smile to my face. To be honest, I hadn’t intended these to go together. It wasn’t until I was halfway through the poem that I realized it seemed to jive with the collage. A kind of happy surprise, I guess.
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