makes me think first of icons; old glorious saints and sinners BEneath them.. . absolving, revolving. ..
and how our stains [and beauty marks] find us out as well . .
letters are just symbols for our voice to cleave to i guess. .
etched into paper by our emotions; if only everyone would see the flaws as grace, the f{L}ailings as just flesh... flesh that IS wanting/needing/searching. ..
for that 'silhouette' to BEcome...for our veils to be lifTED and silkened. .[ALTER.red OF spirit]. .> < reminds me of rocks, and how we [i] try to coerce them into being something, something more, something more ornate, something more real---an allegory of self, under.stand.ing. .and sometimes, after coercing rocks into souls, there is nothing left but dust. ..and rough hands. .. but the soul feels, FEELS so pure in that light. .of. ..rock, carving, writing, letters.. .sand. ..letters in the sand, which jsut used to be rocks.. .
((o dear +++ i rambled))
i could read into this so much. .
solid but soul/full
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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and how our stains [and beauty marks] find us out as well . .
letters are just symbols for our voice to cleave to i guess. .
etched into paper by our emotions; if only everyone would see the flaws as grace, the f{L}ailings as just flesh... flesh that IS wanting/needing/searching. ..
for that 'silhouette' to BEcome...for our veils to be lifTED and silkened. .[ALTER.red OF spirit]. .> < reminds me of rocks, and how we [i] try to coerce them into being something, something more, something more ornate, something more real---an allegory of self, under.stand.ing. .and sometimes, after coercing rocks into souls, there is nothing left but dust. ..and rough hands. .. but the soul feels, FEELS so pure in that light. .of. ..rock, carving, writing, letters.. .sand. ..letters in the sand, which jsut used to be rocks.. .
((o dear +++ i rambled))
i could read into this so much. .
solid but soul/full
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