Monday, March 1, 2010

Magpie Tales: Losing Inner Weight



The endless blank pages stir in my heart to fill them. I cut my heart  open and let the blood seep. 

Nothing
Nothing

I listen so hard and drown all the other voices away, as I let my breathing go in sync with the song. But I can no longer get to the heart of it, I can no longer feel it

Nothing
Nothing

Looking at my reflection on water, I shout, "Who are you?" and the water vibrates. I let my hands get to the depth of the reflection,  and I find it

Everything
Everything

17 comments:

  1. what an intriguing take on the prompt...glad you found your everything. smiles.

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  2. beautiful! the key is to never walk away from the page --thanks for following my blog!

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  3. Wow. You're writing just takes my breath away.

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  4. eerily hypnotic...
    glad you found the object of your search :)

    http://adivashammer.com/archives/26

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  5. A really intriguing piece, Maha. I love how you inspire thought through your creativity.

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  6. Maha: Thank-you for such a beautiful inspiration. Reflecting on the inner world makes the outer world that much more complete. To come full circle we all need a hug o' love!

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  7. ohhhhh.... i love this! The last part, brilliant. I can actually visualize myself there, very well done. Also makes me ponder, what 'everything' is

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  8. Very nicely done. It so often feels that way. You write beautifully.

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  9. Interesting -- reminds me of the question, where do you get your inspiration? Answer -- Just open a vein and let it bleed onto the page.

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  10. I've read it twice, I think I'll make it thrice. It's beautiful.

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  11. Clever! An attractive struggle.

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  12. Very well done Maha, how often we forget how far we are from ourselves....this is a nice reminder. What we tend to look for is most of the time the thing that is so close to us, is'nt it!

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  13. the struggle of every writer. nothing, nothing, and then - all of a sudden - everything! brilliant!

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