Forgotten, passed by, disregarded
From priceless to worthless
Sweet pink icing and the gritty weathered sidewalk
We all fall, we are all precious
We are all passed over
And forever are we priceless.
Don’t forget to look down. Stoop down. Look at what you’re about to step on and look over to side at what is not so trodden. What is there?
what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view
And how does this newness you just discovered apply?
How does it affect your imagination and link to your usual perspective?
You fly by, capture a speeding glimpse and are forever changed, if you allow it within yourself. If you are willing to let it open chains of thought, willing to let it somewhere near your heart.
The secrets are there for you to learn and share.
Their rich juices will feed your soul through osmosis.
Here are a few that I’ve found and stolen away…
For a rainy day.
Outside, all alone
the wind howls
your bones chill
the sun wanes
and your leaves shrivel up.
This too shall pass
your roots will spread
you come from a long lineage
of hearty survivors
and bigger fish.
Just don’t forget the little fish
long gone food for naught, not you.
Chewed for thought, spit back out
into the exact place that you can take root and grow
mature into your own adulthood
generate your own budding, scatterable
seeds of thought.
mww – 12-05
“…so we can learn to pick ourselves up.” – Alfred
( http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/391005-why-do-we-fall-so-we-can-learn-to-pick )
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Even the flowers fall, down with the sunlit leaves and debris.
From the nurturing soil, toward the nurturing sun,
We get past the fallen trees and tragically beautiful flowers by growing up and over them. They will nurture us all for generations yet to come. Even though we become separated we still hold each other in our hearts. The separation is an illusion. Just listen.
What do the voices of your dearly departed say to you? Who are the separated that encourage you to grow and become more of yourself? What long dead voices still ring true for you? What soil nurtures your roots? Where are you getting your brilliant sunlight? Where do you get your regular water?
Food and drink, for thought and nutrition, eat well and be well.
I’m working on a series of small pieces with smalt blue or phthalo blue colored backgrounds and am undecided on where to go from here. I like the atmosphere I’ve created in the little pieces but I feel like there needs to be more that just this back ground. Needs more elements!