Perhaps real beauty can be understood in that it is not just a combination, but a dissolution; that after the threads are woven and tangled, they then untangle, and continue on their separate ways. Music is a chain forged half of silence and half of sound; love is nothing without longing and loss. If life were not to have death at it's end, and death not to have been preceeded by life, neither would be of any consequence.
In these metaphysics alone I find happiness. I see her green sweater and the neckline that it holds together, in proportions that are almost perfect. I see the light in her face, staring into the breeze that carries cool air up from the ocean. Her hair glows and eyes flash like blue fire.
I cannot tame her, but perhaps I can run with her.
6 comments:
wow...
I somehow remember you being very different. I like the way you write by the way.
Peace!
Very Beautiful haney. Couldn't have said it better if I had tried.
Thanks Angela! How did you remember me?
And JabberWock, are you dossyandbossy's alter ego?
Jabberwock was formerly known as Ben & Jerrys'. I had a disastrous ice-cream eating binge episode over the weekend. Seeing the word ben & Jerrys makes me sick. Thus, the name change.
Plus, Jabberwork is far cooler.
Muahaha! Ben & Jerrys'! Ben & Jerrys'! Ben & Jerrys'!
I agree about death and life and consequence, but I don't have to like it.
Do these thoughts, deeper than my bathtub, come to you in the ocean? Because they are all very oceanic. And deep. Did I mention deep?
Seriously, very good my dear. Well said.
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