as they are blue memorizing so many hues
stars of crystal, white smoke rising
moving from dream-sleep to awakening
bitter dawns and sweet years
inspiration, working always working
in
equivocal space
traveling the oblique path to
the significant edge
who knows when enough is enough
one red window, no return
(part of the blogathon C4 Atlanta)
Helen I have loved and respected your rich and complex images and am so happy to discover that your word creations are just as sophisticated. Beautiful!
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You never know when something new will happen. Thanks.
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How lovely of you to share!
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This is so interesting writing every day for fifteen days in a row. I thnk I am gaining some insight on my practice as I go along. Thank you very much for the comment.
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so warm and rich, really beautiful
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Thank you
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