Saturday, December 01, 2007

Superstitions, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Superstitions
(c) Singleton 2007

She knelt...
The girl with the
silver spoon,
bent and
rusted
scraped
on the sidewalk
from scavenging
food for the soul,
and
placed her hands,
palms down
on the cool
wet earth
to feel it's heartbeat.

And she heard
the trains,
one thousand faces in
the windows
going nowhere,
and the bottom of the ocean,
ten million miles
of
fairytale life
floating,
and
the sound of
color,
never heard by anyone before...

She was the gift.....

16 comments:

  1. You are the gift my dear friend.

    The gift of undeserved grace, of sacred humility, and tender, authentic love.

    Your voice, your heart...

    Enchant me,

    With Love, M

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  2. Maithri....

    Today I dance
    a quiet dance
    the only music
    distant sirens
    blue and red
    a whipporwhill in the wind,
    the steady breathing
    of man's best friend
    my best friend
    a blanket at my feet,
    and I
    listen
    for the words
    the signs
    the chorus
    to this everyday
    song


    Your words are windchimes.......

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  3. windows going to nowhere always sound promising to me.

    lovely words and great drawings dear

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  4. deli...

    yes,
    there's something about windows...

    Thank you sweet girl, and Happy Birthday to your Baby Joy!

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  5. Beautiful as always...what more can I say?

    Coming here for my daily meditation....It's like coming to a little painted house by an ocean far away from strife.

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  6. Anytime, sweet girl, anytime....

    Thank you for words...
    a colorful windsock
    just outside the door
    of the painted house.....

    Perfect! I'm watchin' it in the salty breeze now....

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  7. I agree with no,

    I come here and to your other sites, for meditation.

    You are the voice of the spirit,

    Love, Maithri

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  8. No....I knew you would!

    Maithri...and No....
    I come here to meditate, too,
    sitting indian style in puddles of crayons
    to travel, to wander, to search for peace....
    this is my paper trail through the forest...proof that I have tried....

    I colored in circles today, circles and circles...
    until I saw the butterfly
    THE ONE
    And I almost stumbled,
    tripped,
    fell onto her stage,
    holding my breath
    for fear
    she'd hear me
    see me
    fly away.....
    but she danced....
    and that's what she came for

    The zebra
    with wings.....

    And
    I knew then
    the circle would be unbroken...

    the changling told me so....

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  9. I could build a religion around your words...

    The old and new
    testaments
    of emeral mermaids
    dreaming of azure skies

    A gospel of gypsy
    butterflies
    searching for loves tambourine

    Every Friday
    would be the sabbath day
    for dancin!

    And peace~love
    dreams would ride
    the winds
    like kaleidoscope kites
    like whispered love songs

    I have faith
    in
    a
    Singleton
    ideal

    Freedom

    It is the only broken road
    worth
    walking.

    Love, M

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  10. They all know what I've come to know for quite a while now.

    It's the inspiration the comes from your person, your words, your ideas.

    Your one of the friends I keep in touch with every day. And we do that best through writing poems.

    How beautiful is that?

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  11. Maithri....

    "Freedom

    It is the only broken road
    worth
    walking"

    you must know how incredibly profound I believe those words to be....
    how
    BIG
    they are.....

    And in this house of colors,
    I hope you don't mind,
    I'm asking actually,
    if on
    borrowed winds,
    those words
    are painted here
    on the face of
    a friend,
    a stranger,
    a butterfly......

    One line....
    And I could color all night....

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  12. Eric....

    it was like that,
    From the get go,
    the first
    turn the page,
    you read,
    I read,
    and
    the colors
    blue
    and
    green
    became the
    golden thread,
    henna twine,
    the telephone wire....

    "Can you hear me now?"

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  13. Dear friend,

    You never have to ask ;) I would be honoured to have added even the smallest drop of inspiration to that creative ocean which dwells inside you.

    Love and blessing, M

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  14. Thank you so much....that sentence stayed with me all morning, a presence rising, gaining strength..... And when Skinny called for our Sunday morning cahoots.....I recited it to her, and she, like I, embraced the words.....
    Yes, that is inspiration, my friend, on wings.....

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