Saturday, January 5, 2013

Paper Skin- Part 2



"I woke up today, knowing the answer, without ever having heard the question"
 -Sophia Sound

She moved through life as if always on stage. every moment of contact, connection with other humans were opportunities for dramatic display. Self was woven from a patchwork fabric of all selves floating in isolation from each other, invisible cords tying all together. This woman was splendid and horrible, placid and dreamy, wild and tame. Her head was full of shocking dreams. This woman is a chameleon and understands perfectly the longings in the hearts of men. She knows how to play lightly. She knows the density and the impossible fragility that is the essence of humanity's contradictions. She studies without having to look directly at the subject, with a nature of innate wisdom. Yes, woven from a fabric of all selves floating in isolation from each other. Her hunger is constant and can never be satisfied with food. Her hunger caused endless cravings for moments of high exaltation, cravings for the angel's tears. It caused her to sigh desperately, unconsoled by that which placates the average human. Her fingers drummed the surface of anything in sight. Upon closer inspection, one might realize she was a being of such depth and intensity that light energy spilled out of her, as light energy does, into the ocean of strangers who are always watching, never seeing.


( Morning light spills over her. Stillness and silence are present, her thoughts lead her to this place, behind closed eyes she sees humanity. Her lips whisper these wishes----)

"Pleasant dreams upon all of you. May your vision increase toward happiness. May you see the beauty that is always there. May you witness the fumbling toward love and truth. See the ones who arrive at an absolute. See the ones who need some proof. Life provides all you need, when you are on your knees, you could echo words you heard before or write your own script, one that cannot be flipped"

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