Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Patchwork

The dream ended in a tremendous cacophonous tear. It left behind a shredded patchwork of fabric (in several shades of salmon, mauve, gillyflower pink ) and extended pell-mell to the door, which had, without great argumentation, opened to the tingly dawn air. Of course, he had been in a deep slumber, but now, overwhelmed by the gilded verisimilitude of the dewy grass springing up behind silent footfalls, he assented to a roughish reality that had festooned from all corners of the coruscating courtyard. He looked at his shoulder, his arm, the bones of his pale-skinned hand. The secret of his day had begun.



"Since I have known the body better"--said Zarathustra to one of his disciples--"the spirit hath only been to me symbolically spirit."
- Friedrich Nietzsche



9 comments:

  1. it's so beautiful what you do !

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  2. Is that a picture of a gillyflower? I want to see a gillyflower.

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  3. What a gorgeous flower!! The color and the softness of the picture are amazing.

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  4. A beautiful flower ... but I am still caught up in the patchwork of the waking; the secret of the day.

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  5. Flowers look great even when seen upside down. Love the rosy petals ;-)

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  6. i still have to find the proper words to name the unnameable, the secret of my day - but i don't even need them, since i am now trembling in this dream, in your shades of salmon, mauve, and gillyflower pink...

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  7. Clap, clap , clap...awesome!!!

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  8. Exquisite--I love your words. Your photo fills my eyes, your words fill my thoughts with mystery.

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Your words are only true if I deem them to be so.