There is a word called... "wicked"
awaiting serious critical analysis.
with far too many euphemisms standing in its place.
True conversations have yet to begin.
“The Sugar House”
“I have heard a great deal said about hell, and wicked places, but I don’t think there is any worse hell than that Sugar House. ” ~James Matthews
Talk to me Quilters...
tell me of your art. I think you may know the secrets of this delicate relationship between the spirit realm… and this one of ours… perhaps you even hold the pattern. on waxed sheets of folded sepia.
my mind’s eyes cant stop seeing the grand underpinnings of it all.
star shine pulled through needle eye.
thimbles and pricks.
Soul Grown Deep.
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Worse Than...
“The thing worst than rebellion is the thing that causes rebellion.”
~Fredrick Douglass.
and may you never apologize for having had to rebel. to stand up.
I will forever be the cheerleader of the one who said —no more.
yes yes.
with soft eyes
a smile.
and a dip of the chin.
u see me?
I see you.
There is a word called... Platitude.
plat·i·tude
/ˈpladəˌt(y)o͞od/a remark or statement, especially one with a moral content, that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful.
oh the many many platitudes.
Empathy for Light
…. Leading the way… making the room seen….giving us the gift of color…… while causing sqints and shades…. Full on Turn aways…
There there light…. You are not the problem….. never have been. shine on.
Here's to the rainbow glistened butterfly wings of a softened gaze through sunlit lashes.
I thank you.
I love you.
Thinking on…
The mythological place of “no where” … and perhaps its creatures …. By the name of “nothing"
There really is no such a thing…Even in its greatest attempt….
And No such a place….as none.
It all exists…
Somewhere.
One of my childhood teachers….
The Magicans’s Nephew
By C.S Lewis
Book 6 of the chronicles of Narnia
(before the linear conversion)
There is a word called….MIRAGE
With a definition much worth revision….
It may well be the great utopia land…
A space welcome to all…to live as you please…with ground strong enough to walk upon or frail enough to never dare stand upon…
A dear and distant friend of imperceptible…exchanging hand written letters about the beautiful potential of the Human ones…
no words...
Just clear rememberings of early subconscious stampings and watching it all come to pass…
There is a word called.... institutionalized
I think pandemics now count.
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