The things I get inspired by

I wouldn't be able to tell you in a lifetime

it's the whole world in every world of everyone

every thing

I can only explode in excitement

as if I ate too many photos

 

 

 

2175 days of motherhood

when suddenly I realize I can take

a shower anytime I want

I only have to want.

And what do I desire next?

Beauty. In every moment

every interaction

within each person and note.

I am now possessed.

Absolutely addicted.

Hopelessly in love.

 

 

A cage, a prison filled with emotions

all brown, like the color I've been mixing for my yantra for three days.

Brown chains, brown bars.

Take one out, free it, try it on. Make peace.

Be you. 

Change the colour. Empty the cage. 

Видать, осень. Пишу слово "который", делая запись в дневнике, а у самой на уме "кот". Уютный такой, осенний. Они очень похожи - осень и кот, повадками: везде залезут, листья через порог набросают... Но нет кота. Зато есть "который" - вечный теперь тот.

20 Марта, 2020

I would collect all the scattered pieces

of my energy, sweep 'em up off the 

ceiling floor, tuck their ends into 

time for myself, into dreams, into 

tea time with creation, into хюгге, away 

from everyone's eyes. I would hand

them over to myself & keep them 

with the Universe, away from fear,

dry, alive & real.

Yet instead I will colour 'em & let 

them be as part of sharing 

space, the result of an 

explosion of my soul.

                                    someone's art, not mine