Sep 9, 2010
For years My head sat on this pile of stones Piloting the heavy plotting movement From there to here and back again. My body was a great boulder Detached from my thoughts and my soul. There are forms that reside in granite and in marble Unseen Until the sculptor's tools Reveal the form within Waiting there all along. I feel crumbles I hear cracks In the granite of my frozen self. As I shed the things that no longer serve me I wake up I find the precious unhatched eggs Of the tiny birds of my dreams Warming and growing in their nests Who very soon will peck free from their shells And take nourishment and fly. They will fly above the crumbled boulder They will rest on the shoulders Of the great winged goddess released from the rock And they will all fly toward God.
Image(s) from Wikimedia Commons
Painting by Polish artist Jacek Malczewski
Kimmy Sophia Brown has loved humor and music and freedom for as long as she can remember.She is especially passionate about the environment and caring for animals.
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