I’ve always been a shitty agent of creativity. No wonder that i like to work with thrown away used elements. If you think deeply; the best creation since…. created from mud- Human. That does offer me some credit no? The following things are made from recycled paper, window paints left after use, boiled rice glue, nut shells, root of tree etc.
Literally, life is a long way to the end, to the banishment, to the unknown place or no place at all. Life, combination of dozens of fearful mysteries. waiting to burst, to hurt, to harm.
Then why they call it a blessing?
Yeah, i figured it out. You are the one always bless-coating life making it appealing and desirable. You are the one holding my hands and telling me, “Keep it up my love. We will be together to the end”. I don’t panic. No place for it in my mind. Cause my mind is not mine anymore… its all yours my love.
that day when we kissed we exchanged our minds, our souls and knotted them together… an everlasting bond of love. I promise. Do you?
Lost in the woods.
I am lost in the woods. Through long growing never lasting woods I see… sky is dreamy blue, seems like holding thousands mysteries. Clouds searching heaven when birds go along with as friends, saying good-bye to family and swear, ‘We will be back when sun sleeps’. A baby bird crawls out of a nest. I find it dumbfounded and impatient to fly with dad to the horizon where heavens wait.
The red and black beauties putting tiny steps behind their mom ladybug. Lost like me. Searching living hole restlessly that was a little away. I figured it out, saw their dad waiting at the door. I carefully stepped forward and unhurriedly sat on mud, drew a curved line to their little domicile. ‘Here you go pretty creatures!’ Mom followed the way to the home. She was thankful. They got together… seems like a great hug from dad
Home at last….