Circle of Life – Part One
Posted in Articles on 12/26/2009 02:15 pm by ShaziaI don’t know where I start or you begin… I see colors and hear the sounds.
They are me and I them, painting my vision, vivid and bright.
The contrast makes that what is, the difference between darkness and light.
Now I move my hands and feet, and discover they are my own.
My watering eyes and weeping wails are messages to you from me.
That hunger is mine and the milk is you, and that hollering emits the shrieks.
Slowly my thoughts take shape and form, and words are codes and symbols.
Deciphering the world, they are the currency with which I trade my experience for yours.
The words weave like cloth, form patterns and designs and construct a world within.
This world is mine, distinct from yours and here separateness begins.
Circle of Life - photo by Stephanie Maxwell
