To Bea

Mirrors of Encounters

I interrupted all songs for you
As you are
The Goddess
The Music I hear
You are
The Shining Shadow of
My Withering tone.

I ceased to look for you
As you were me
And I was you
We were this fleeing Dream

You are forever
This shivering yearning
Color of the colourless Light

Whispering mistress
Sweet tale of no remembrance
I bow to you
My Shimmering Love

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About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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