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I rarely followed the tame path.  
I saw it.  At times I envied it.  
I stepped on it occasionally.
It always burned my feet.

Then I wanted something so big
I believed a sacrifice was needed.
I traded my dancing slippers
For lead lined asbestos boots

My entire body rebelled.
I twisted and spasmed.
Out of the corner of my eye
I could see the other paths.

I could see herb flowers
Along my crooked paths.
How I missed the warm air
Stream of being my Self.

My entire mind rebelled.
I dreamt while awake
I dreamt while asleep.
My life was a nightmare.

I looked for the Child.
I hid from the Mother
I found the Crone and
She told me what was true.

My Child needed a wild Mother.
I collected up my dancing shoes
And jumped back on My path.
And my Crone was born.
©2008-2010 ~wh0rem0ans
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here it is. thank you, Joseph!

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:iconsaira30:
I like it because it is a beautiful tale of struggle and introspection...and doing the right thing...getting back to yourself.

This is what it makes me think anyway...
:hug:

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-Sarah

"Art is Meant to Disturb" -George Braque
:iconwh0rem0ans:
thanks ... may I ask why?

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. (Rumi)
:iconwh0rem0ans:
Thank for the explanation. I really wanted to know what you saw and I am glad it is what I tried to portray. One never knows, you know?

:hug:

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. (Rumi)
:iconsaira30:
Yay! I am glad I got it right;)
It is a beautiful piece of work....
:hug:
:boing:

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-Sarah

"Art is Meant to Disturb" -George Braque
:iconwh0rem0ans:
:frail:

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. (Rumi)
:iconwisewanderer:
That's beautiful! For some reason the herb flowers line really stands out to me. When I got married, the priest asked us if we wanted to bring along something symbolic to us to the wedding. I wanted to bring a clump of bitumen with a flower growing in it. I didn't though :lol:

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"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." - Oscar Wilde
:iconwh0rem0ans:
I googled bitumen andit did not sound like a plant. Hmmm. :confused:

The herb flowers are a calling from earth beauty, eh?

Thanks for the fave, Bebe! :hug:

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. (Rumi)
:iconwisewanderer:
Now do you know what bitumen is? Google knows all, so I guess you do. I did wonder about that. You know... the stuff they make roads out of. Asphalt?

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"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." - Oscar Wilde

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