my playbill

my mind

is

a

vast repertoire of choreography,

commissioned

by

my very existence.

with

each step deeply rooted

in

the aesthetics of motion,

I stage

~ movement ~

to

an internal score ~ composed

of

moments, feelings, ideas….

’tis living

one of my deck beauties

I am captivated by what is known

and

challenged by the unknown ~

all I can do is keep moving ~ ~ ~ forward ~ ~ ~

embracing

them

both …

cognitive couching

the cliche states ~

“Dream big or go home.”

I disagree.

I say ~

“Even the tiniest of dreams

is

a reason to stay.”

beyond….

a rose

is a rose

is a rose ~ unless

one chooses

to

delve

deep

into the shadows ~

and beyond

where only the imagination has eyes

to believe…

on a bridge ~

≈

they stood quietly observing the city of lights,

as its reflection danced gently

in the river below ≈ ≈

it was the end of the day,

all of the lamps were ablaze

and

the streets were slowly clearing ~

except for lovers walking

and

holding each other close…

≈

≈

 

unknown

…

along the nape of my neck

runs

an uncharted course

which

leads

to possibilities

yet

to be defined…

…

…

his ~ i

~

his desires consume his thoughts ~

his thoughts which drive his imagination ~

his imagination which creates a sultry pas de deux ~

in words.

~

i dance in my dreams

i dream upon words ~ his words.

~

~

gently

.

gently

~

he takes her hand

and

leads her to a place of insurmountable beauty

~

where dreams shine like stars in the night

and

each twinkle speaks to the hearts

of the

dreamers

~

below

.

.

.

…thinking about…

~

~ ~

~ ~ ~

desires drive imagination

&

your imagination fuels my desires…

~ ~ ~

~ ~

~

Wordless Wednesday – the three witches

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“Double,double, toil and trouble…..”

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