Visions.....

A Federico Fellini, director, quote: The Visionaries are the only true Realists.


We are giving ourselves to the great Waters of creativity, our collective voyage progressing.......

Heading out to pick up my lump of clay, to begin being lost within loam.... and burst forth with new form. Today, I become clay...

Black cedar drips through my mind,
the echo of you in a teaspoon of honey and again in the sweet breath of the night.

--
Lauren Harris

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  Morning dearest Piero,
  
      how wonderful to start my day with poetry and thinking of you and the other amazing artists. Blessing on your day, sweet one.
  
  Hi dear fellow artists, these are some of my lyrics, I've worked with previously that felt incomplete,
  so here goes, a new song in the making!
  
  Song of Mitti Attar: scents from my soul
  
  My afterbirth lies under a golden apple tree
  Where I will return one precious day
  When I sing myself back to dirt
  Composting by body
  For the fruits of another's glow
  
  My beloved, we are healing
  My beloved, we are opening
  
  God loves your tears
  Golden Honey Pearls
  Bathing our magnificence
  In salty tender waters
  
  My beloved, we are healing
  My beloved, we are opening
  
  Where we will return one precious day
  When we sing ourselves back to dirt
  Bathing our magnificence
  In salty tender waters
  
         ~Ashana Sophia Morrow~
  
  
  
  

 ~ Day 7 ~
(10/13/10)

adjusting the images
arranging the song
encouraging the movement
preparing to present
considering playing with fire
submerging into the ocean

 ~ Day 8 ~

Louder today
Us is present
Despite the vulnerable neck
The spin cycle stays broken
Gorgeous freshness
Dreamtime calls

Chandra

 Michael Ryes