| By Patrycja Szczeniowska,
on Friday, 18 May 2007
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A bundle of rays breaks through thick stacked clouds and puts yellow leaves of life in the spot light touching them with wind, tickling, whispering A dancer unwinds her hands, curls her toes knees bow down till her face falls towards the ground she mubles, she stumbles, she calls out a name she´s tumbling, crawling tumbling down, crawling up untill her aiming eyes spot the yellow page laying on the bench longing fingertips stretch towards it like fast expanding branches forwarded into pure clarity grew out of a wailing woman grew into the cherished child mystery becomes pure clarity as the butterfly takes off higher and higher it flies to the lightbulb in the sky she watches fragile wings travelling, and becoming a little black dot surrounded by a bright bundle
her eyes mimic this sight... pupils surrounded by light than a black dot is soaring down again into a vision that is now understood lifting up her heart and one bare foot beauty lands on her shoulder it whispers grace and amazed she picks up her dance when she smells freedom and spreads it in pirhouettes she might get a fallen world on his feet again chosen she stands up for truth as little boy watches her moves; he is moved repeats after, filled with divine laughter than chases the butterfly who replaces lament with delight move to a free setting a playground off safe and sound sight and sees taste and chew feel and new loose heart but never loose the voice of love frames chain personalities holding a chokehold on fantasies but the abilities of authenticity give birth to true appreciation adoration reputation affirmation confirmation illumination return to the beginning plant truth in fertile soil grow its words
Last update : Friday, 18 May 2007
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