As far as my eye can see,
It is me who I seek.
Shelley’s love of similitude,
Caught as the heart exudes,
--Till I am unhinged by a greater being.
Unmasked: she is freeing.
I walk outside my customary zone
And still I find my own.
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This really beautifully completes my post about looking for family around the world.
ReplyDeleteFamily is a collection of our "selves" outside the self we know with which we would like to associate , and move through life with.
Good job, Sne.
It is like the "demons" in "The Golden Compass" but those "demons" are scattered all over the world.
Has anyone read "Third-Culture Kid?" , or "Four Agreements" by Ruiz?
Yes, daemons are the soul mates we find all over. Nice! ;)
ReplyDeleteEn faite, this poem was a response to the question of whether we must be burnt to find these selves. And I think not. While in pain you find your strength in others, but to locate these mates all you need is an openess to love.
I am off to have some laced sweet milk with two of such souls who are keeping me pulsing.