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Daisy
May 29th 2007 09:00
The most delicate daisy grows by the top of the city wall, it's crown laced with a glorious array of snow white lashes that curl towards the evening sun - in prayer.
We sit together, two silent dwellers of the earth, it is in silence i learn the secret language of the wind that covers my face so that i have no eyes, so i can not be blinded by what i see, only hear the messages being spoken to me.
It stills the chaos in my mind and grounds me in truth.
This most humble daisy dances in the breeze with elegance and grace, but when the air grows colder and the generous kiss of the sun is withdrawn, those lashes close and that crown bows it's head in acceptance of the dark, and in hope for the new moon.
We sit together, two silent dwellers of the earth, it is in silence i learn the secret language of the wind that covers my face so that i have no eyes, so i can not be blinded by what i see, only hear the messages being spoken to me.
It stills the chaos in my mind and grounds me in truth.
This most humble daisy dances in the breeze with elegance and grace, but when the air grows colder and the generous kiss of the sun is withdrawn, those lashes close and that crown bows it's head in acceptance of the dark, and in hope for the new moon.
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Leaning Tower Of Pisa
May 22nd 2007 14:38
For Someone Perfectly Imperfect.
With Love
There is beauty in the incomplete, there is imagination in the untamed, there is honesty in the frameless portrait, the leaning tower, the cracked facade.
For i could not relate to the perfect being if he did exist, and i could not love he who has no use for love, nor he who walks his life painting over the original strokes of the canvas.
The story is lost, the journey is dishonoured.
To love is to embrace the incomplete and to travel the unmarked passages of the human soul, pretenders reveal foibles far greater than that untold, but to love the painter is to love ever more the stroke and to know the builder is to understand the monument before us.
To be revealed and to reveal is the greatest love of all, to love the perfected is no feat at all, to know that painters hands, the painter's sweat, the eyes that squinted in the harsh of the sun, the days of frustration and dry inspiration, the passion of violent strokes, and water paints that would bleed into the colours of dusk.
There is more beauty in the story, than the completed picture.
There is more truth in the finer details than the final master.
With Love
There is beauty in the incomplete, there is imagination in the untamed, there is honesty in the frameless portrait, the leaning tower, the cracked facade.
For i could not relate to the perfect being if he did exist, and i could not love he who has no use for love, nor he who walks his life painting over the original strokes of the canvas.
The story is lost, the journey is dishonoured.
To love is to embrace the incomplete and to travel the unmarked passages of the human soul, pretenders reveal foibles far greater than that untold, but to love the painter is to love ever more the stroke and to know the builder is to understand the monument before us.
To be revealed and to reveal is the greatest love of all, to love the perfected is no feat at all, to know that painters hands, the painter's sweat, the eyes that squinted in the harsh of the sun, the days of frustration and dry inspiration, the passion of violent strokes, and water paints that would bleed into the colours of dusk.
There is more beauty in the story, than the completed picture.
There is more truth in the finer details than the final master.
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CIRCLE IN THE SAND
May 13th 2007 12:11
Silhouette of the city night, far across the ocean in the arms of twilight.
warm whispers in my ear, hands through my hair
and your words lacing my heart delicately[ Click here to read more ]
warm whispers in my ear, hands through my hair
and your words lacing my heart delicately
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Birds of Youth
May 13th 2007 11:28
Up where wild daisies grow and the trees stretch towards the clouds
In a paddock with a rusty shed,
I climb the roof to get a better view[ Click here to read more ]
In a paddock with a rusty shed,
I climb the roof to get a better view
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Refuge
May 10th 2007 09:55
Your arms are wide enough to bridge the gap between your world and mine.
Your love is strong enough to brave the hidden valleys of my heart, you shine on through the shadow lands
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Little Blue Boat
April 26th 2007 11:41
We part but for a few brief moments, being without me makes you nervous.
I'm sitting on cold cobblestones, my red heels dangling over the edge of the wall and i am still in the stillness of this place but full of stirring emotions - some are like my oldest friends, others bring me to the edges of change,challenge me to climb to new heights.
Of all the sleepy boats under the canopy of the cloud sponged sky, i place myself near a little blue boat that captures my eye; it's underbelly rocks rhythmcally over the shallow end, looking ideal for two, too lonely for one yet too small for three[ Click here to read more ]
I'm sitting on cold cobblestones, my red heels dangling over the edge of the wall and i am still in the stillness of this place but full of stirring emotions - some are like my oldest friends, others bring me to the edges of change,challenge me to climb to new heights.
Of all the sleepy boats under the canopy of the cloud sponged sky, i place myself near a little blue boat that captures my eye; it's underbelly rocks rhythmcally over the shallow end, looking ideal for two, too lonely for one yet too small for three
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The Untold Story
February 8th 2007 13:21
"You don't have a story worth telling", it whispered.
This was the voice that dictated many of my past fears, reducing me to a mere shadow of my true identity.
"You haven't got the answers to your own life,so what makes you think you have something the world needs to hear[ Click here to read more ]
This was the voice that dictated many of my past fears, reducing me to a mere shadow of my true identity.
"You haven't got the answers to your own life,so what makes you think you have something the world needs to hear
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