The flashes, the moments, the lines we break, the images we take is a collage we make.
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You were born in an age of great change and progress, born into love, care and security.
This supports you now as you acknowledge your suffering.
Your youth was detailed in acceptance, without question.
Now, now that you are an adult, you have many questions, questions that seek to give meaning to your life.
You say “Life is a riddle wrapped in an enigma!” and believe if we surrender our ability to care, to challenge and unravel complexities, we are surrendering our quest
to be fully human.
Donation
Abandon your goods, reinvent your land, paint hands brown,return to sand.
Return life, through water, air and fire, surrender your beauty on a burning pyre.
Love in colour, orange and pink, live in red and gold, next to rubble, dry walls, burning bricks and sticks.
The train
Journey from the populations, the sudden faces.
Animals watch, life screaming towards their dark light.
The Fabric
              I can’t follow that line, that shape, this earth. I am blind.
“Put your hand on me, I will take you to the end, on the journey
towards that place!”
I cried, not for myself, but for understanding the fabric-
the fabric.
In your beautiful robes, gold,red,orange,green, you have found your way.
Now, now you are leading me in this intimate play.
In that moment.
In that small moment, that seemingly tiny moment, I grasped reality and a greater sense of time. In that small moment, watching, taking in, reeds swaying, earth moving, water flowing, I felt the essence of change. My dreams bring memories of forgotten small moments, did I really do that? did I feel and say that? I had forgotten about that colour, that small moment in time.
A person will die, the soul will leave and the body will remain dead. That was what she said, that woman who lived without clock, but by nature, alone. Her measures were by changes and small events and the details they held. Many years ago, she held a baby for the first time, the only time. That was thirty years ago. Now, she dreams of being that baby herself, when her father held her, broke off small twigs from a tree for her, as a sign of his love.
In a small moment,of dreams, love and imagination, she realised  something and went on to say goodbye.
After all.
I feel beauty as I listen for a response within myself- the identities we live in.
It brought me freedom, the absence of reality, no truth, no lies.
Make sacrifices to create a better world!
A blue print was given, two very different people. There was no menu, it has a destination.
Influence me, tell me something I would rather forget.
Hold a mirror, show the context. Draw inspiration, what does it look like?
Voices being silenced, me-apprentice to memory.
And so, in the end, after all, there was——–……….
Moisture Assistance-Moi Aussi.
I want you to give me a music lesson. But you can already sing. But not like you, not like I want to.
I don’t know the exact story, but he got lost, trapped. I don’t know how he got lost. It’s sad-lost, locked away.
I have never heard this song, is this a new one, or did you write it?
Using spoons and handles, basic objects to create, make a mark.
These lyrics are not sounding very catchy, what are you on about?
She didn’t do it consciously either, using threads and needles to weave a story-mind you- a beautiful story but steeped in sadness and loss-pain and victory.
Hey Look!maybe you have something there, I like the line about threads and needles, we could do something with that, make a pattern!
You see, it was humanness that both made and destroyed them, their own and others.
It was the skin that gave it away, marked, scared, permanent-cut away. But they were found through this oddity. Some looked upon it as eccentric, but most expressed them as misfits, oddballs that had little to offer, maybe nothing!
Look, this lesson seems to be going no where, you are just talking gibberish and the words have no harmony together and how can I make a melody out of skin, scared odd balls and all that?
The strangest and most unexpected thing was this… and you’ll find this hard to believe.
-Now wait for it
They ended up famous
and in a gallery.
But listen to this bit———————————–.
stripped bare
Flowers
So naturally beautiful. You give, you grow, you come back. You bring happiness, smiles, love. Inside and out, you share. soft to touch, beautiful to smell, a delight to see, precious.
Collections
Thoughts———Ideas————–Love——————Life—————Art.
Life,a song of collections. The best ones are not visible, yet show so much.
Moving, gathering, coming together, growing apart.
Finding, realizing, reflecting, collecting.
The Nearest witness 