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
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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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Be safe,
Karen
Love Tinka 81
Much Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
Blessings,
Joyce B.