Far From an Imaginary realm lies a zone of possible lines. Like a road on a map, the line meanders , discovering territory beyond experience or memory.
Playful, even mocking, it reveals
. . .
As we stumble falling head over heels...
.a new form ...
Of our true nature, reflected
Masking
our outer form...
More true,
Without any makeup
...and yet revealing an inner beauty
all but forgotten ....buried in a heap of our memories...
Sometimes harsh
Piercingly sharp shard of reflection; A hitherto hidden facet of our persona...fragmented yet cohesive layer...
Ready to crumble lines of thought...of thinking...
Color wiggling in and out...
Inner meditation path
Textured delicately mysterious,
And beautiful.
Hidden in the dark
A version of our beauty,
waiting for the moment of discovery
The lines....of thought
Forming
The layers ...of discovered meaning
Explore
....DrawThyself