Saturday, October 29, 2016

Squiggly lines



Draw the wind for me
                                             That is a line
This is a wave
                                             It is a cloud
it is not raining
                                             It is floating
It doesn't resemble energy to me

Because it can fall or disappear

If I cannot see it, it is not there

                                             What do shadows show
Movement
                                   You must move-first to see 
I see stillness, yes
                                   this second, do I breathe
Alive, you must Be.
Not imagine
                                   show me the difference
where water and air masses separate 

conglomerate as clouds 
                                   demonstrating the movement
of nothing.
No thing                     that floats.

Now your turn to draw the water

                              well are not those tears 



Artwork By Вера Владимировна Хлебникова (1891—1941) ([1]) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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