For all the babies mama's mama's

And we all shine on...

...like the moon.

He said....

"For I myself, I need unformed women, unfinished, undesigned women I can mold to my own patterns. I am an artist.  I am only looking for fragments remnants which I can co-ordinate in a new way.  A woman artist makes her own pattern."

-Anais Nin

Collages

He is not for me

xx

balancing

nothing created, nothing destroyed

everything is always

the unbearable lightness of being

                  

light

                                                                        

my sweet

sweet

                                                                 

and light

Poetics of Structure (the foundation)

strength in connections

A SAILORS DELIGHT

TRAVEL

Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought

Of traveling penniless to some mud throne

Where a master might instruct me how to plot

My life away from pain. to love alone

In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.

Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost

Enough to lose a way I had to take;

Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust

The will that forbid me contract, vow,

Or promise, and often while you slept

I looked in awe beyond your beauty.

Now

I know why many men have stopped and wept

Half-way between the loves they leave and seek,

And wonder if travel leads them anywhere---

Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,

The windy sky's a locket of your hair.

---Leonard Cohen---

Sunday comes again...