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Posts tagged “Surrealism

Post Canvas And Paint: Another Fading World (A Deeper Understanding Remix)

Outside my window, I find that some things are without understanding…

Another Fading World

It is a complicated world in which we live. It appears as one thing, yet emerges as another…

contemplative
- destructive
engaging
- futile

A world fading and in conflict with itself….

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Post Canvas And Paint: Another Unknown World (A Thought Beyond Remix)

Outside my window and with every thought, I discovered the color and design of things unknown…

Another Unknown World

The colors are all in front of me and my world will never collapse from within…


Post Canvas And Paint: Another Creative World (A On The Corner Remix)

On a corner, somewhere in my world, I can find a place … to embrace … imagination.

Another Creative World – On The Corner

It is here, in this world, in the experience that is my life, I find myself...

Everything Changes Except A Persistent Memory (A Think You Know Remix)

We often find ourselves on the boundaries of what we remember….

Everything changes except a persistent memory

Sometimes in a moment of realization, in a glimmer of mindfulness, we can see the totality of our lives: The days spent with dreams. The nights, restless—consumed with thought. The years forged with the desire to be something—perhaps anything other than who we are. And in the end, an uncertainty that begs the question; do all things change except a persistent memory?

Perhaps we really do not know ourselves at all, and in its place we find only a recurring memory to give us pause.

A fine line of demarcation of what is and what we imagine; who we are and what we might have become.

It is a fortress of endless cycles of memories and desires that seduce the very knowledge of who we are and the way we think.

We know that everything is in constant flux. Everything changes. Our lives change and the world around us as well.

It is a given.

Yet it feels like our memories, the persistent ones, never do….


Searching For Something That You Can’t Remember Forever

In a place not too far from memory are the dreams lost forever….

Searching for something lost

How do you know when something is lost? Is it when your memory escapes you? Or when you have forgotten where you have placed it? Is it only something you wish you had again. Or is it something only time can tell? Does it haunt you when you sleep? And bring rise to a restless night. Can it be something that follows you throughout the day? Edging you here, taking you where it may.

And when you look in the mirror can you see what is lost?

 … In the ocean and forest of your mind.

And when you swim, do you swim alone?

Adrift?

Wishing for someone to teach you again, the things you used to own….