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A question or a doubt, perhaps both and more. I wonder as I go about my life. Piles of gold have been squandered, truth has been parsed to the spare, strength has been spent, the mind left to wander. What, indeed, to give. Ah, but never worry. What is on offer is gilded and worthy, if it can be seen and entered. Not without gifts, not without life, not without enough, should she choose to dare the slipper.
Banished indeed, so far as I was able. Yet what is true cannot be sent away. One yet remains. To her I send this vision. Be well and beware. You have entered the mind of the son of dragons. Reformed, perhaps, for what little that will afford you. Oh, but I did test, and shoo. Yet... there you are. So be it.
Heck, it may not me meant for me, but I'll take that waltz. I love Cohen, the waltz and Vienna was a delight to visit.
ReplyDeleteVenus or Vienna, not places, not times, but choices. A hand in another, a step by one, then another. On into more, and less. Whenever you wish you may be where you want. An illusion, but one of truth. Close your eyes to what you see, then open them anew.
ReplyDeleteHmmm.. You mean I ought to get my head out of the sand?
ReplyDeletePotentially, yes. Though, sometimes head and sand... well... aren't what they seem. We drown in life on this side of the veil, sometimes. No fault, always. A condition of life.
ReplyDeleteAnd, in times, there is another way to a secret place. I just hope your path might be easier.
Still, it is there. As I said, close your eyes to what you know. You really are there. If you choose to see it. Oh, and don't forget to invite and imbue Vienna with some of you and your wishes. But a word, it is said, can open the treasures of heaven. With the correct tongue and true nature of a child.
My very existence is a secret place.
There are a great many things you aren't seeing or understanding. Trying to discuss things as you see things is discussing your notions which miss the points exactly. So...
ReplyDeleteThe waltz is not a dance, the women who invaded my dreams weren't there for me, and weren't whole. Actually they were a trap, and you know what coyotes do to traps? The one I could not banish was not... doing as the uninvited were doing. She was merely noticed when I was clearing house, sitting in a corner, behaving. If refusing to go.
Ah well. It might be best to be completely misunderstood. It... has it's advantages for one of my nature. I wonder. Were you one of the ten pretty women in Vienna?
Oh, huh .. I'm still at work. I'll need to get back to you on this. .. maybe..
ReplyDeleteAs a minor inducement, she's got the faintest hint of Suzy about her:
ReplyDeleteLi'l Sizzle
(minor programming note, there are "next" and "previous" buttons embedded in the right and left edges of each image, fifteen total in her album.)
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