Gennady Aygi, tr. by Peter France, from “The People Are a Temple.”
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Gennady Aygi, tr. by Peter France, from “The People Are a Temple.”
Det känns som om alla glömmer bort att jag finns
"Akemi"
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I loved how the half underwater half above water composition in "horizon" looked. So I played around with that some more in this piece. Of coarse I had to include waterlilies, they are just so pretty above an bellow the water.⠀
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She got worse around last full moon. It was big, bright and yellow. Powerful to watch and energies kept flowing.
They said that she might not work this out. It is tough. Her body that her soul rests in is old now. We felt that energy. We knew what that meant.
The full moon went down. Like when the film is over on the cinema canvas and the curtains get closed again. Just slowly sinking into the new phase again. To recharge the energy. To set new beginnings.
As the moon went away for this time, to show its dark side. She also got tired. So tired. Every day turned into less words. Less emotion. Her soul settled down. Even if her body ached and her body was being drained of energy. Her soul recharged along with the moon.
Her soul tuned in with the phases of the moon. When the moon said good bye for this time, so did she. At new moon they went to the new beginnings. Together. She had the moon. And the moon had her.
For the last day of her life. She was the moon. My moon. And I will see her again. In another phase.
The moon said ”the punkest thing you can do is to be happy and optimistic”
Today is the september new moon. And she past away this morning.
New times. New moon. And she passes away. Into something new.
by Brooke DiDonato
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