Friday, April 28, 2006

cages are only relative


We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
- H. G. Wells



Deep at the heart of the matter where colour determines mood, there's a lot of vibrant emotion at work.


Trapped behind a blue sky cage whose bars restrain nothing, coddled flowers suffer the imaginary boundaries.


Anticipating a step that makes the balance only as precise as the moment is willing to allow action is implied through light.


I was really surprised she let the bird sit on her shoulder. This parrot had a few words like hello and see ya, but the best was the imitation of a laugh. It was extremely contagious.


Rather than be too blatant about the thoughts in his head, he merely stood in the right place and let the sun do the talking for him. (relax: poetic license)


Once they crossed the line it was time to enact the process that redefined a copy of a moment into a step through time.


Without any real substance, sunshine seeks certification through symbolic use of colour and shapes.


Further proof that even upon the lid of the container of used experience, galaxies appear at random as the universe manifests everywhere.


Always looking for someone to pay attention to its face the spirit of the rock manifests again in my visual space.

2 Comments:

Blogger Dez M.E. King said...

i thought the tulip
was a fractal

10:17 PM  
Blogger dave said...

it is
at heart
we all are
under the same
design umbrella

10:51 PM  

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