The Dream of White Orchids

As incense Wafted
By the Wings of Butterflies
- Basho
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I often delve into the spoken and unspoken language we use to create closeness or to distance ourselves from others.
What subtle agreements are made in the exchange of energy between two people?
We all nurture ideas about ourselves, others and the world in which we live.
We believe in the truth that these ideas hold for us.
Do these truths exist anywhere except in our own imagined reality?
Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.

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5/02/2008 10:07:00 PM
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Wandering Thoughts
Labels: Photography
If you were to be a flower
I wish you'd be a Wild Orchid
You so unique and wild.
With a soul different from them all
Different to touch, to hold, to look at.