She
crystallizes
in poems
that shake the core
of rice paper words
strong and thin
hollow point haunting
of expansion
inward
explosions
of the night
ne bottalicio
musingsilence
September 16, 2014 ©
I went to a meeting yesterday considering a place on a panel of other artists, it was quite educational and enjoyable. I plan on volunteering to jury other artists applying to sell their wares at the 23rd Street Artists‘ Market, in Austin, TX. The Market has been around since the 1970s. It has much historical and artistic value to the citizens, and local artists. I am thrilled to be a part of this! More soon
love
nike / musing silence
Read my work & see some art in the stolen poem Autumn/Spring 2012
A handmade Altar Box made by me using an image of Saint Theresa. I created this altar using paints, papers, a small box, vintage beads for feet of the box, rhinestones, rhinestone tape, gloss, and lots of love. She would be perfect as a gift or for your personal shrine area.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/198636196/sister-theresa-wonder-altar-small-art?ref=pr_shop
“Drops Of Jupiter”
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair,
hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s a time to change,
hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June,
hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star–
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation,
hey, hey, hey (mmm)
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow,
hey, hey, hey (yeah)
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ Jane
Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly
so he never leave land
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Can you imagine no love,
pride,
deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you
even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance,
freeze dried romance,
five-hour phone conversation?
The best soy latte that you ever had and me
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?
And tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
And now you’re lonely looking for yourself out there.
Kabbalah is a set of esoteric teachings meant to explain the relationship between an unchanging, eternal, and mysterious Ein Sof (no end) and the mortal and finite universe (God’s creation). While it is heavily used by some denominations, it is not a religious denomination in itself. It forms the foundations of mystical religious interpretation. Kabbalah seeks to define the nature of the universe and the human being, the nature and purpose of existence, and various other ontological questions. It also presents methods to aid understanding of these concepts and thereby attain spiritual realisation.
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