SECRETS

SECRETS . . .
or Threads Woven Through the Eternal Tapestry . . .




 




     Secrets I:

    We all have a story . . .

    She says, "I will write about the day my daddy got out of jail.

    and maybe he will read it . .. because I was so happy."
    And here was her story:

        {my dad got oat of jell i wus so hap that my dad came

        ohm to me i gave e he a big hug and i gave him a kiss

        on the cheeks i lug e hi m my mom }. . .

    and what is in a child's blood that tells the tale of

    the seed of the man who did not father her

    after all . . .

    and although ten years have gone by,

    will un-father her. . .

    and where an ocean grows from the tears

    of this lonely fatherless child,

    swims a frightened wingless angel . . .

    what is the shape of those bruises?

    mysterious like a Rorschach puzzle,

    and then. . .

    a feather drifts across the light of the moon as

    a simple wind lifts your hair from your face

    and what is that shadow,

    my little friend, .. .. who broke your wings

    and took away your smile . . .  ??

    Secrets II :

    the song of integrity,  faith, and trust belong to you alone . . .

    Secrets III :

    There in the darkness and the cold in the Valley of Despair

    lived the last unicorn.

    His greatest wish was to travel to the top of the mountain

    where the stars lived and danced to the music of the wind.

    His eyes would stray to that peak day and night

    and his desire played on his face like a shadow

    and gave away his wishes to the moon . . .

    In the night a dream came to him

    with the voice of the moon, who rested on that distant peak,

    telling him

    that he would grow the wings to fly

    if he could find a virgin who would give him her heart

    without being asked . . .

    So the last unicorn roamed through the valley and found

    that many were willing to give him their heart

    but these were only the lovers who were able to read the shadows

    on his face and understood

    what he longed for. . .

    and sadly he continued to search,

    but the virgins

    had not the knowledge .. ...

    nor the experience to understand

    his pain . . . 

    and so, kept their hearts to themselves . . . 

    and so the last unicorn

    withered away in despair.

    Secrets IV :

    Give your friend an empty box

    and in it they will put their heart's desire . . .

   

    Secrets V :

    By the side of the dusty road

    lay a little gray bird with beautiful feet

    and a broken wing,

    and as she lay there she became quite thirsty

    for she could see a puddle of water on that road

    a short distance away,

    and she wished that she could go there to drink,

    but though she tried to flap her wings

    she could only go in circles,

    as the broken wing would not move. . .

    and so her children called to her

    from their nearby nest, telling her to walk to the puddle,

    to ease her thirst. . .

    yet she refused for fear of damaging her beautiful and precious feet . . .

    and so she wept

    until she drowned in a puddle of her tears

    Secrets VI :

    The man walked quickly down the street towards me

    and sat on the bench in the bus shelter. . .

    reaching down behind him

    and staring at me the entire time,

    he unpeeled a small white

    package from under the seat . . .

    then he

    got up and

    running past me

    without a word

    crossed the street and disappeared into the park

    Secrets VII :

    I was walking by a table of very young children in the cafeteria, 

    when one little boy suddenly turned around on his seat to face me 

    and opened his arms wide.

    I asked him what he wanted and he said . . . "I want to give you a hug."

    So he stood up and gave me a really big hug, a very nice, long hug.

    Then the girl next to him did the same thing

    and when I was finished with that hug I got two more,

    delivered in the exact same manner . . .

    we were all smiling and we felt loved. . .

    so hugs are infectious .. .. .. like a virus but

    way more pleasant to participate in.

    Secrets VIII :

    All I really need to survive is a cup of water, a loaf of bread . . . and love. . .

    Secrets IX:

    Art -

    belongs to the living . . .

    the expressions of our tired souls are

    values of color, shape, words, sound,

    and

    through every pore of our being we

    absorb the thoughts

    of others

    where we find harmony

    and where

    one soul resonates with another. . .
    we connect,

    and

    as I pull you

    into me

    you speak to me through your song

    Secrets X:

    How not to clip the wings of a child:

    give them knowledge

    give them tools to create

    give them freedom . . .

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All these secrets are true . . . and the pictures were taken on the same day within the space of one block.  B.W.