There’s something inside this mind
That needs to be written.
There’s some story in this ground I tread
That needs to be told,
In time ~
Under every corner of the skies,
Strewn in the places we inhabit,
Are kernel of tales
Awaiting the break of day
To give it light
So we may fathom the mysteries
Take notice ~
I paid each speck of details
Parading by my facade
The precious attention it deserves.
I’m not content just passing glances.
For a moment I give myself,
An spectator engrossed
Taking the precious gifts
Others may have declined,
And failed to see,
The beauty in little things ~
I refused to ignore.
Moments pass by swiftly,
But I noticed the colorful confetti
From the autumn canopies above me
and the crisp rustling
Of the autumn leaves carpeting my paths
As I walk on,
In brisk ~
Romancing the breeze of long ago,
Carrying the same dusts
Of generations that once walked this path.
A piece of me stays here:
A drop of sweat, of tear
A skin peel, a strand of hair
Mixing with the quilts of time
And I move forth,
Questions answered ~
Fathomed ~In time,Take noticeCompletely The beauty in little thingsIn brisk,
And find me there.
We travel the world to explore, to see things, to study, to claim the many titles that would prove our learnings, but fail to realize that we have something within us a very interesting subject that's uncharted, undefined.
How could we live such estrangement with the person within us?
More than viewing our reflections in the mirror, we need to look through our eyes to see and understand the soul that resides in our hearts.
Self-portrait photography is a metaphor to seeing beyond what's visible.