The image is Blurred edited version of oceanic painting of mine, oct2020
From my old archives of musing, I guess for far too long of self understanding, I'm still far off of what I really like, perhaps I'm almost there, the stubbornness and the muddy waters makes it hard to reach my core. I guess what I am trying to say is that perhaps some people who's around me understand only the surface of what I let them see, as I am elusive and vague at times, I have my walls that sometimes it's hard to climb. I can be open to only a few people and not everyone or its just what I think that it's all just in my head, either my imagination or hallucinations .. While everyone misunderstood or understood who I am, Sometimes I don't care anymore...
Musing about love and how to find love Upon self and others.
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A picture speaks a thousand words. The rest of the million is the inner self.
Italian Words. "Between saying and doing there's in between the sea," I recall hearing this once.
But sometimes, too many times, we'd rather just sit on the beach instead of putting forth the effort.
Wonderful little poem. tyfs
What a beautifully intimate and vast wonder of words. And I also deeply appreciate your note... of you... of your journey... thank you for letting me stay on this journey of you... it's an honor.
A picture speaks a thousand words. The rest of the million is the inner self.
Italian Words. "Between saying and doing there's in between the sea," I recall hearing this once.
But sometimes, too many times, we'd rather just sit on the beach instead of putting forth the effort.
Wonderful little poem. tyfs
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It takes learning both ways to discover the other. It takes me to the thought that effort and interest are so important. One should want to know more about the other. One should care to know what's going on with them. Most people just don't care enough to find out. Another great poem, dear Pax.
The journey of the self, its discovery, is long and arduous. It takes sailing, rough tumbling, weathering storms, looking for safe shores; when we find it, it is liberating, beyond words, beyond comprehension.
That is what I gleaned from this marvelous poem. Painting is awesome.
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I am Willyam Pax from the Philippines and now residing here in Saudi Arabia for work. I am not a writer but a sensitive aspiring artist who expresses himself into .. more..