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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Thursday, May 7, 2009

piercing


today i stretched my arms so high that i pierced through the false sky i was hiding under, as i heard the tare. my hands felt the rain, the rain swam down my arm till i felt it upon my breast. have i forgoten everything i asked myself, have i run so far the opposite way that no traces remain of what once was bliss. i fell down to my knees grateful for the light that entered as i ripped down what was left from the facade of a self imposed exile. I am awake you hear me, awake. have i no right for happiness...

4 comments:

Claire said...

healing in a paragraph.

in another lifetime said...

It usually takes a few days for the full meaning in posts like this to sink in; there is so much in this passage!!! I think I've got most of it now. The metaphore you've created is really, really original Nadia. So insightful and very poetically shared.

Aran said...

so powerful nadia.

Anonymous said...

Hello Nadia.