An empty slate..........a clear canvas
an empty goblet............a spotless beach
my life a canvas.....bereft of colour and shape...
what's not in reality...can never be...just be....not what’s to be
and I am but a mere speck in the infinite grains of sand
[This poem is one I specially requested my friend, Priya Don Gre, to offer for this feature. I have taken liberty with editing the long poem she wrote out of deep pain. I have really no right to do anything with it. But this space has limitations and I hope PD will excuse me for it. It's beautiful poetry which makes the seething pain so palpable.]
The visual is credited to J Andrieu. Model: Sophie, www.jandrieu.com
Well, you aren't a speck Priya. You are God's gift to earth, with a body and a soul. Admire your body as God's handiwork and adore your soul as a piece stolen from the divine.
ReplyDeletethank you my dear angel...you have just proven to me that God does take care..and I do admire myself as god's one fine creation!!! lolzz...naah i mean it buddy!!
ReplyDeletemerci...oui...