If you get too close to something, you can no longer see its part in the big picture.
If you zoom too far out from something, you can no longer appreciate its intricacies.
The heart with eyes can see what’s wise and what is wearing a disguise.
The wisdom you need may not come forth in the way that you think.
She rides on a flight of fancy through the sky, growing wings in the mind.
She floats through kingdoms in a satellite of insight, knowing it will be all right.
She’s in paradox. She’s an archetype inside an arching type. She’s a typo without an eraser, written in permanent ink… carved with a razor. Her veil has a hole ripped by the thorns of a rose…she’s Holy and Whole, she’s a ghost with a scroll, she’s there…made you look, did you see her walk across hot coals. She’s invisible, but alive, she’s in the wind and in the night…she is fire and ice, a little spice, a little nice . She’s in the jungle and the desert, she’s at the table and she set it. She is woman, she is joy, she is wildness at the core, she is dancing on the table, she is weeping in the stable. She is strange and ordinary, she is followed around by feathers. She wears hats that hide her eyes, she carries secrets between her thighs, she is hidden under rocks, she is watching from the dock. She is here and she is there, she moves mountains while you stare…she’s a force and she’s a fright, she is the loveliest sight. She is small and she is large, she is shapely, she is forged, she is dainty and sweet, she would take her martini neat. She’s dangerous and bold, she blesses babies that she holds…she nurtures all that she sees, she loves as deep as the seas, she is nowhere, yet here… in everything.
I have different levels of peculiarity that may come out on these pages.
With love and paradox-ox-ox-ox,
~ Angela
Would it disturb you to know that I read that in Andrew Dice Clay’s voice for some strange reason?😂
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