Even when she walks she seems to dance! Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes obedient to the rhythm of the wands by which a fakir wakens them to grace.
Like both the desert and the desert sky insensible to human suffering, and like the ocean's endless labyrinth she shows her body with indifference.
Precious minerals are her polished eyes,and in her strange symbolic nature angel and sphinx unite, where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one light, shining forever, useless as a star, the sterile woman's icy majesty. ~ "Even When She Walks..." by Charles Baudelaire
We walk our own paths, experiencing fleeting moments or sonatas of emotions, thoughts ... listening to whispers of secrets ... and maybe looking at solitude and darkness with contempt or conent.
Exhaustion abound ... and still the path before me winds and meanders ... adoration ... superficiality ... weakness ... loss ... rebirth?
Maybe, just maybe tomorrow will be another day ...
Adoration (oil Pastel)
Artist: Charmian Toh
Copyright 2005
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