I wake up with one face. Fall asleep with another. I love faces. I always have. Most of the art in my home is a face of some sort. Abstract, pop, outsider, or straight up real - I find them easy to live with and good company. How about you? A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Buddha In Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head...
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ReplyDeleteFunny picture! I love flea markets!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend, honey!
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ELLL OHHHH ELLL!!! both of these things made me laugh! thank you for that, as i am a big ball of nervous and stress today, and this helped! :)
ReplyDeleteHA HA HA.. Who comes up with this stuff?
ReplyDeleteI like Jack Nicholson's comment. I've got a quote for you...."The sun never sets in cool city!" Do you think Jack feels that way when he's wearing his sunglasses? LOL