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Island Samsara

April 25, 2013

this severe horizon
this  liquid shroud –
light that cuts my eyelids like diamond
drives me to my maternal  mountains
its  labial ridges, tresses of shadows and mist

when some rush to the low sands
to seek oblivion
I climb higher and higher , like a Prodigal Son
for forgiveness

 

 

 

 

( selection of my drawings from multiple sessions)

 

 

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