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| The Blue Woman | | Blue as her piercing aquamarine eyes
Blue as the spring sky over a eastern Sierra lake.
Blue as the shimmering ocean off Cabo.
Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue
Blue as the pure ice of an Arctic glacier.
Blue as her mood on a wet rainy day.
Just blue.
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| Floating Waters III | | Floating, floating, floating along,
slow, lazy, sensuous, dreamlike.
In another existence where only the slow
movement and the cool of the water is
sensed they reside.
No thought of the past.
No thought of the future.
No thought of the present.
Only floating, floating slow and languid.
No time, no place.
So relaxed, so sensuous, so wonderful, so peaceful. |
| I only Feel Free when I Dance | | To Dance, to glide across the floor, to
feel herself almost flying, she is free.
No conscious thought of positions,
transitions, or movements. The many
years of sacrifice and demanding
practices have trained her body to speak
a language of it's own.
The outside world so full of obligations,
commitments, and disappointments, is
so far away.
She just feels the music and her body
flowing from one perfect line to the next.
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| Finally - She is at Peace with The World | | She has struggled so long. Every turn and twist has
been a disappointment. The pain and the effort were
almost too much to bear.
Somewhere, somehow peace of spirit has descended
over her being. How it happened, she does not know.
But now, finally, she is at peace with the world and
at peace with herself.
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| Natalie Professed to be a Free Spirit | | She wants so much to be free.
Free to express herself, free to be her real self,
free to be somebody else, free of obligations,
attachments, entanglements which bind her,
hold her down. She struggles to proclaim
that she is a free spirit. She loudly and proudly
proclaims that she is a free spirit. She defies
you with her stare and attitude challenging you to
question her freedom. She is challenging you
with her freedom.
This is not her true self.
She can not see. Her only cage is the one
she made for herself
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| Natalie Professed to be a Free Spirit II | | She wants so much to be free.
Free to express herself, free to be her real self,
free to be somebody else, free of obligations,
attachments, entanglements which bind her,
hold her down. She struggles to proclaim
that she is a free spirit. She loudly and proudly
proclaims that she is a free spirit. She defies
you with her stare and attitude challenging you to
question her freedom. She is challenging you
with her freedom.
This is not her true self.
She can not see. Her only cage is the one
she made for herself
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| Escape from Reality | | We feel the stretch and the hesitancy in the pose
through the exaggerated length and thinness of the torso
offset by the powerful thighs and buttocks.
What binds us to this reality from our flight into fantasy ?
Do we fear that first step as we cross into the unknown ?
Can we slip our chains that keep us in this world and
release ourselves to wander those other planes ?
Can we stretch to accept the other world ?
What is this reality ?
Am I real now or will I be real when I make this next step ?
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| Fall from Grace | | Slow, slow descent, fall from grace.
She was once at the summit, the
apex of her existence. Now, she has
begun a slow descent down from that peak.
The ride down is not that unpleasant,
but she anticipates and braces herself
for the worst. She is ready for the
trials and hardships. In reality, it
is so bad. She has been here
before. |
| Essence | | What does she see that intrigues and
pleases her so much. She seems
transfixed by the image.
Does she see the essence of her life ?
Does she see the future ?
Or does she contemplate the past ?
What does she see that we do not see ?
Look how carefully she holds the image.
What she holds is precious, beautiful,
intriguing, fragile,and maddeningly
ephemeral.
Can she hold the essence in her hands ? |
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