Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
As We Are
As we are
We are strong.
We are beauty
We glide through the sky
Touching the clouds
Tasting the rain that waits
That waits to fall
We glow and shadow
Tendon to tendon
Our colors praise
The universal design
The design of all
Mythically tainted
We sculpt ourselves
We choose our colors
Of all seasons
That come up
Teasing the sky
Until we return
As we are
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Lovely poem Dixie. The colours enhanced on the horses is beautifully vivid.
ReplyDeleteThe horses are painted by people for a "tribal ceremony of sky flight." Photo from 'National Geographics" 1989? The poem is mine 2-16-09. Thanks for your comment Gary.
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