I’m here to share a secret;
I am not who I’ve always been,
The world that lies outstretched before me,
Is not the only one I’ve seen,
I’ve travelled on the tails of comets,
I’ve burned up in the hearts of stars,
I’ve been spat out of supernovas,
That left me scattered near and far,
I have dined in distant galaxies,
And taught the birds to sing,
I’ve danced for a whole lifetime,
Upon Saturn’s dusty rings,
I’ve been here for long enough,
To learn what makes the willow weep,
I’ve sung celestial lullabies,
That sent the moon to sleep,
I’ve been both the flowing water,
And the stone that blocks its way,
I’ve been frozen, I’ve been molten,
And I’ll be again someday,
Though I’ve been a billion things,
This is the first one that can smile,
I’m pieces of the universe,
Living as human for a while. - Erin Hanson
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You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.
The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit;
now it becomes a riddle again,
and you again a stranger.
Summer was like your house: you knew
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.
The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.
Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you. ~R.M. Rilke
Photo by @Riordan Gee
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Résumé : Les vacances, un soleil presque aveuglant, et cette sensation étrange de vide. Alors que Rebecca prévoyait de passer l'été avec ses amis, la disparition de l'un d'entre eux soulève d'inquiétantes questions... #écriture#nouvelle#amitié#disparition#solitude#vacances#été
Self portrait 1/5 In every of these images except one I m holding to an inanimate object, hugging them as a lover. Those objects have no feeling, they do not reject me, but nor do they accept me.They does not project any emotion or take any emotion, it s safe having them close as trying to embrace a memory of the past relationship or an idea of your not yet found lover. The dilemma comes when the personal boundaries of people overlap or collide - stay close or step back? Balancing on a hardly perceivable border between close enough to touch - yet quite distant to not get hurt. Once the borders are crossed, there is no so much strength left to fight back. When you lose yourself in the other to the extent that are ready to endure anything, how do you look for yourself again? Staying in #solitude#art#selfportrature#selfportrait#conceptual#abstract#fineart
Lately, i've been allowing myself time to hide away from the world and be in solitude.Am learning that healing is a continuous and messy process, so while am going through it, a constant reminder is to love myself even on bad days and have more prayers of gratitude.
Am just here, valuing the space i occupy in this world, healing & meditating myself back together again.