Thursday 27 January 2011

Appearances

Be free. Easier said than done. We live in a world where appearances are the most important thing. The outer shell is what counts, what people see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears. Not necessarily physical appearances but appearances. How we appear to others. So what of the people with depth? The introverts; too solitary for public expression and the extroverts; often misunderstood for too much expression. Where can we find the even balance? Where can the people with depth go, to express themselves freely? Ah.

Appearances. Some are so shallow; too captivated in the world of others and not enough in their own that they forget their own meaning, their own purpose. When people become too reliant on how they appear to others they lose their sense of self and act in ways which only appeal to the shallow world. Where are the people with depth who don’t look for acceptance but instead, look for ears, eyes, noses and mouths to connect with? Ears, eyes, noses and mouths that EMBRACE the depth of another being? 

Tuesday 18 January 2011

Woman

With elegance, with grace, she gave the silk permission to roll off her shoulders. The glistening magnolia at her feet, humbled. The silk had worn her for too long. Now, looking in the mirror she was seeing strength in that woman’s deep, shallow eyes. The mirror put before her a naked body, one which had never been loved. Every part of it so perfectly imperfect. The exaggerated facial features; eyes, nose, lips – victims of the world. The eyes looked back at her and showed her love. The lips gave meaning. Glancing over at the silk, she was free. She no longer needed that silk to carry her for she could carry it. Owning it with a sense of pride, no longer a victim of the material that had stripped her of her identity. After years of living, she was now ALIVE. The beating in her chest told her to stand up, look in the mirror and claim that woman. The woman who had never been claimed. She wrapped her arms around the woman and kissed, the shoulders, the hands, caressed the thighs. Sigh. Relief. The woman had been claimed... finally.