In the distance, I see possibility and joy. Each day, a celebration of the triumphant version of me.
The surgeon, delicately tracing through time and place, where parting became religious embracing…
He sits on a river bank somewhere, not seeing the difference in the river bank he sat on from miles away, seeing the same sunset and sunrise.
Maybe the bluebird in my chest went there too. Then, as if its wings of flight caught my soul, I felt a flutter in my chest again.
I, on horseback, ran into it – as it, with its dark foreboding message, surrounded me. It was after me, it wanted desperately to take me.
Images of “Our Changing World” using poetry and photographic portraiture. Images of who we are and what may follow. South African artist, Tanisha Bhana, seeks to “ignite a subconscious repulsion and connection to common associations that tie us together.” Her poetry and photographic images are provided for your thought and reflection.
We, like fabric as one, as the stage is set and the actors prepare for their final acts.
Often, I find myself looking up for hope. Always I come to find courage inside.
Often, I find hope in the stars. Always I’m led back to the light within.
Stars are distant reminders of who I am truly. Mysterious. Comforting. Wild and free. Stars whisper loudly to me, “Anything is possible.”
I find myself holding on to that lemon seed, caressing it with love as if to make the evil leave, and then my soul speaks to listening ears within me and I know the walk’s going to be next to a grand plot of trees, all with hanging lemons and each without lemon seeds.
Who decides what is TRULY