She stares at the stillness as her dreams fall away into the clouds of desert sand and pools of darkness somehow connect the colors of its countries rendering death and forever into a complex tapestry that she lives purging all perceived self definitions into the fire of wholly sacrificing every scrap from past destinations and stepping off the cliffs of nothing into love invisible and omnipresent reality.
Note: Nod to ee cummings; 'the colors of its countries rendering death and forever' borrowed from Somewhere I have Never Traveled
13 comments:
Wow, Cat, the colors in this one are so vibrant they almost leap off the page. I love it!! You are so on a roll!!! Blessings!
Love this addition to the series. Such talent!
No wonder I keep coming back here, Cat. You are just marvelous.
Cat, yours is surely a site to visit daily...or miss something quite worthy. Especially today also--grin!
Be happy and at peace! Please.
this is so descriptive, entrancing in its loneliness and despair.
There is a world
within each desert grain
she looks to.
Each full of its own
color and life.
She need not fear the deserts
only learn to live upon them
until the green forest horizon appears again.
She finds her treasure by her continued movement
along the path
she places her foot upon.
This one held on and would not let go, Cat!
Awesome work and I think my painting muse left me for you, Sis!...;)
lots of love~
Calli
Loved how you let this all out in one breath!
Nevine
Is this the gaze which melts? It seems as if it does.
absolutely lovely:)
Lovely and dashing colors!!
This series is interesting.
...is reality ever really omnipresent? Or real...?! All is perception and that perception, more often than not, lingers to the future or the past, often missing out on the moment... perhaps that is why the "purging all perceived self definitions" is sacrificed - the purification of fire seeks our essence... which could be simply nothingness... a very existential bit of prose indeed!
I like this very much ;->...
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