Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
oh William i am so in love with your words...how wonderful you are....
(Still, reciprocating a-muse-ments, I see) The first six words a volcano; the rest of it a molten lava flow ~
Maybe because of the word "veil" I kept picturing the beauty and wonder of a romantic honeymoon...beautifully written, William, even if I am far off base~
Lorraine, I am in love with them too — not because they are mine (for I feel, truly, that they are on loan), but because they help me learn, and are a bridge between such fine friends. Thank you.Donna, when I read your “Trinity Session” just after writing these four lines, I had to smile. ’Tis an a-musing exchange, indeed. And another word on words: I have faith in them, I really do; they are living, intimate, impetuous, eternally wise children. They conjure us, I think, no less than we do them. And so the illusion of our choosing.Thank you, Jan. What you see is certainly there....
Energy. All of it. An 'etheric' bond. The intensity of which being relative to the measure of shared experience - both seen and unseen entanglements. Physical laws of attraction that apply to molecules, so too apply to us... since we're just big globs of molecules. (I'll bet you have a poem for that and you won't use the words 'big globs')
Well, just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it can’t or won’t.The word that springs most readily to mind in this connection is, surrender.And as molecules revel in this etheric, energetic bond, they also thrive on the spaces in between — as do words, and the silence that illuminates them.Nothing nailed hard and fast.... In a sense, to be here, is to have been spoken.
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