Category: Mindscapes
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Beauty
BEAUTY asked God one day This question: ‘Why Didst Thou not make me, in Thy world, undying ?’ And God replying- ‘ A picture-show is this world: all this world A tale out of the long night of not being; And in it, seeing Its nature works through mutability, That only is lovely whose essence …
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Untethered
All my life I have been tethered. To the tree that gave me life. To the park that was my universe. There were good days filled with sunshine, bright and warm. There were days where all I prayed for was for them to pass. These were dark, rainy, cold, days on which the wind…
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End of Dreams
When we wake up, it will feel like a dream. A very real and vivid dream. All alone in blind darkness and utter chaos, the final passageway before us, we will pray for our light not to fade until we are safely on the other side.
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Noname
No matter which era, mothers’ dreams for their sons are identical. During the weaving of those dreams, knots of prayers start to appear, and bits of hope materialize. But often, all dreams are washed away through the black lines of the kohl. Because perhaps history fancied one color only. The color red. One.These three letters have many faces.The one we want all our lives,the one we never want.The one who stays with…
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My story
Why is everyone looking at me? What do they see that I do not seem to notice? What is different, or interesting, that I clearly do not recognize? Is it some boldness in what I leave behind that seems to call their attention? Making them turn their heads to me? Or even worse, simply run away from…
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Dreams II
I want to thank Silent Reader for the following text contribution: “Can there exist anything, between the sky and the soil, that just by looking at it I simply become pale? Can its fragrance be so pure, so sweet and soft, that its memories fulfill my spirit? Yet, despite how ephemeral its life may be,…
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Cry
I’ve had the idea to use a photo I took of a statue in a shopping mall in Chicago for a while, but the final collage as you see above came out very differently than what I had in mind when I started. The picture kept changing as I worked on it. And I kept thinking about a song by Nusrat Fateh Ali…
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