Someone said my poem was “a moving piece”. They gave me the gift of epiphany. The implication being that everything from each of us is part of a whole. Each experience, thought, intent, action or utterance, is a “piece”. This is why art is a portal of sorts, a gateway or a bridge. It links us one to all. Each artist, an engineer who builds a “piece”, constructed from the light inside their soul. Each point of light that shared provides illumination of our greater whole.
|
If I were raised to be likable by men, my place would be somewhere else and I wouldn’t be an engineer. So, I’m not sorry if you don’t like me standing up for myself
|
Truth is not a jewel that we find it a few bits at a time. It is a single glorious figure, found when all the veneer of worldly things are brushed away, when we stand revealed before it, beholding the breathtaking beauty of it, and all we can do is stare.
|
We are not prisoners of our past but we are pioneers of our future.
|
Once we stand before we our maker, to have meant well, shouts out as the state of a mind's deeply rooted feelings toward... Whereuopn, if of a veneered propiety; just same as a promise never made, but to yourself now, one that might forever be yours to keep.
|