'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches
above you and swing into the unreal vision of
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown,
carrying with you the experiences of pressing
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses
to fly into their psychedelic embrace.
Float along on the streams of life, like the
autumn leaf, after dipping and diving,
as it finds the calm of a lake's edge
and oscillates in the quiet breezes,
gathering the last rays of the setting sun,
before it sinks, to become new life.
Dance to the sound of the song bird,
the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds
and the dramatic movement in an opera when
all voices join, and sound their messages
out to the universe of stars and planets.
Feel with your hands the shape of the future,
smoothed and polished, slippery and textured,
bumpy and sharp; become a new form of
yourself, create something out of your own
arsenal, using your whole being.
Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the
full wash across the hand made paper, the
colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures,
the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that
are real, mysteries that metaphorically express
the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art.
Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012.
Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches
above you and swing into the unreal vision of
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown,
carrying with you the experiences of pressing
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses
to fly into their psychedelic embrace.
Float along on the streams of life, like the
autumn leaf, after dipping and diving,
as it finds the calm of a lake's edge
and oscillates in the quiet breezes,
gathering the last rays of the setting sun,
before it sinks, to become new life.
Dance to the sound of the song bird,
the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds
and the dramatic movement in an opera when
all voices join, and sound their messages
out to the universe of stars and planets.
Feel with your hands the shape of the future,
smoothed and polished, slippery and textured,
bumpy and sharp; become a new form of
yourself, create something out of your own
arsenal, using your whole being.
Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the
full wash across the hand made paper, the
colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures,
the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that
are real, mysteries that metaphorically express
the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art.
Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012.
Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!
It doesn't men that my life hasn't had set backs, cancer in five places, I have decided not to have any more, I must get on with my life. Not worried about dying whenever that comes. But blessed with a parents with a joy of life, I have it too, come what may.
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