Friday, 3 August 2012

not scattered on the wind
are the ancestors
whose memories swim
through veins
approving
of the not always
silent passage,
of being pulled back
into the body
whilst retaining the ability
to see beyond
on the journey
to oneself
which is, ultimately,
composed
of many more than one.


 a wordless alternative, perhaps

5 comments:

ellom said...

perfect.

demie said...

I am glad to be back reading your words

v said...

ohhh...your words....goes deep deep...your words are treasures...

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the photo where the wind was playing with your clothes was so beautiful
and
the necklace looks so pretty..


vibeke

Lilli said...

The words, such a strong thread to the painting. All we need now is music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIx9Os6DB0k - I can loop this for an hour or more... wishing now I could bind them all together. Would you mind if I did?
x

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

strangely, this could actually urge me to draw...
n♥
perhaps not strangely.