cbarker
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How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst…
...These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.
“The Prophet”
Kahlil Gibran
1883-1931
Groups
cbarker is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, Black and White Photography, Current Issues, Film Photography, Gaia - The Living Planet, In the Moment, Kairos - Capturing the Decisive Moment, Something To Say, Street Photography and Photojournalism, Travel and Adventure and Underground USA.
Journal Entries
Tanks
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Collaboration
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Tada!
Posted 7 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writings
<<*IMPORTANT: Do not read*>>
I am closed eyes and raised arms, / Icarus, / White skin drinking in the sun My roots are set deep in the soil, / Blue grass, / Blue collar, / Hearts of gold and mercury












