Waxing Statues

You always amaze Lina, completion is like the fall, it’s hard to keep the mind on one journey. Those thoughts are the devil and death, yet they come every day. Love this one, like when you write like this :)

hmm… interesting piece, it isn’t really til the end that I really understood, but whatever name negative thoughts go by, sometimes it is necessary to have names for those words and thoughts..
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Holy SHIT Lina… god i’ve felt this way so many times… and even today as well. i was wondering about you again, actually.. something pulling my attention to you. i went to your page and found this just added. were you reading my own heart? such horrid thoughts those are, and yet so comfortable and velveteen as they slip around our gilded mind… why is it that they can block the light so easily? it’s something i’ve fought all my life. you – i wouldn’t call you a sunny position, i call you a radiant light. there is a difference, you know, sweet lina. you’re a guide to so many, and you see more than most of us see, looking and peering deep within yourself, attuned to the vibrations of our mother, so far down that you connect with so many people, you bring them to you like a magnet. i’m sorry i’m rambling… but i’ve felt so bottled up today and this was, well, just what i needed to set things free. you will continue your path, figuring things out, you have the answers already, just sometimes those darn devilish thoughts cloud you up… but they are needed things, because they help us appreciate the world when the fog clears. love you lina. this was brilliant. xxx

This is such a brilliant write my sweet friend..your poetry takes my mind away and let me reside in your world for instance seeing the pat on the head…smile..an outstretched arm…many lines in this piece that stood out but mostly…I timed the beats in my head as I lay on your chest
Wispy and Soulful
Pink and a little nasty too.
Only when we’re not looking
The devil rises up and says to die.

awesome writing.

There is so much for you to enjoy dear lina, fears for the future are only opprtunities to change within. I love your writing when this mood takes you. xx

Yep, you can do the beginnings, Lina; you can; and do them well you shall (and ARE!)

compassionate write once again..and one of my favourite sayings is…..to know where we are going we need to know where we came from..(beginnings) you have come such a long way no need to be so hard on yourself…pat yourself on the spiritual back ..you are loved;))

Would be nice to just be able to stop in that one perfect moment with that seeming near perfect someone (perfect enough)...toss far from my mind certain knowledge like, things do change—I change; is it out there the devil, perhaps in the person of someone else or just me again? How will business take hold of me, it does have a way of owning me at times—I guess like a baby clings too the mother, though always loving there are times I would just rather be alone (stop the world I want to get off). I cannot let the child sense this, the business, the earth. God this gets more confusing when it should be getting easier for me. Love your writing! Hope I didn’t read too much into this, but be pleased for me for I sure needed to vent. xox

I don’t like crawling things either – your writing is so resonant with truth. the sanctuary of another while moments bleed from us at a faster and faster pace. wonderful poetry!

Those damn statues, some days they’re so shiny, how do they get that way, hmmmm?

Lina – this is just completely lovely, honest, warm and true – such a very real admission of both our fears and our hopes and the comfort of being held and loved enough to keep the fears at bay just for a while. And we have all felt this little death crawling up our spines – that shiver of terror at the unknown future. But yours, dear Lina – it is indeed bright and positive and filled with love and joy. You are growing into yourself, becoming, always becoming YOU – who you were meant to be and that is ever and always a thing of beauty.

Lina this expressive to the point of being magnificent!!! You have an incredible gift Lady!!!

an incredible piece of writing, you seem to raise the bar everytime…i so enjoy the honesty with which you write, know that you are not alone :¬)

A very strong piece; which of us would not have given an arm to have had such expressive powers at some point in our lives.

I, however, am going to jump out on a limb and make a digression on your title. If you know this, pardon my inability to toss out one of those obscure facts that my brain inexplicably retains. “Waxing Statues” would, in fact, be the etymological origin of the word “sincere.” I speak the absolute truth. Given the popularity of statues amongst the Roman high-born, one clearly wants to produce the best product, or illusion thereof. So, certain unscrupulous artists would actually apply wax to their works so as to hide the blemishes in the stone. Someone bought one too many insincere pieces of chiseled stone and took the issue to the Senate. They made it mandatory that all statues be “sin” (without) “cere” (wax).

If you were unaware of this, I hope that it may lighten your day, even as it clears the imperfections of your art, of which there are very few in relation to your work without stone. If you were aware, brilliant title, and I am happy that I am not the only one who retains such minatue at the expense of more significant pieces of “knowledge.”

Please pardon my infinitely digressive urges. This is a fantastic piece. It poses quite a challenge. I am forced to wonder how many who have read this are now puzzling this very same issue through, having just closed the blinds. You will pardon me, if I decide that I would rather prefer more windows at this point in my life, a point that I hope starts the line, which we all know proceeds infinitely into the future. You know that I hope that you will cast aside your blinds, also and come upon a situation requiring an entirely different quality of light than that mandated by insencerity, wherever you may find it.

You certainly deserve a smile at the work that it is clear many of us are thankful you have shared with us.

Brilliant, Magnificent, Amazing!!!!! You ROCK, my sweet Sister!!!!! xoxoxoxo

Being at this point is the start of new beginnings..Lina.. tis not death..tis your soul crying out to you.. i wanna live..
have been here..know these feelings all to well, including the missing of my mum..
To be able to really live is to heal old pains by reliving them.. did i like that..no way.. hated it..at least in the beginning..now i know.. there still are moments like this but now there’s the understanding of why.. so i accept..for that is the secret to get through this the fastest.. accepting every emotion..
sending my love towards you.. xx

Fantastic Linaji!! :)

Beautiful poetry sweetheART a wake up call ;} happy hippy hugglez

Brilliant piece Linaji. The devil and death will always play their games but you don’t need to dance the dance…..but having danced it at least once the wiser you’ll become. The more you look into darkness the easier it gets to see and the surprises that rise therein don’t really have a say.