Thursday, September 23, 2010
Smiles and laughter are void, not by design are they there. Like face paint from a clown, I wear this smile. Distorted and disguised I muster up not my voice, and yet I hear a laugh. I am a puppet.
Images of beauty do not move me, numb I am to sight. Grappling in the darkness I hide behind my rainbow. I desire to feel the warm of red. Still I put before you these images of beauty. I am a mirror.
Expanding, absorbing I gather pain. An emotional bottomless pit I take in what has been cast out. I throw out self-regard; please do not empty what I now hold. I choose to be a sponge.
All these things I am and then I am not. You are all these things and then you are not.
There are hidden darkness warriors, make believe puppets dancing pretty on strings, imaginary mirrors reflecting beauty we cannot see and then the absorber, the sponge.
I am a sponge. Absorbing and expanding, seeing all that is thrown out. This is my synopsis of expansion and all that I absorbed this week.
Before you pass up that simple interaction or that post you just read look closer. Which describes what has been presented? Let them know, honestly, allow your self to absorb. Show someone today you can be his or her sponge.
Peace my friends