"In the last days, there was no artifice, no bravado. Nor was there a maze of thought or the tangle of worry, concern, of what could have been. There was a purity of being, for lack of a better way to put it. Your papa just was, pure light, as if love itself had cocooned him and he was shedding an old tired body. To walk in his tent was to walk into a clear, calm lake and you knew, I don't know how, but you knew you were in the presence of something greater than hydrogen and carbon, something emerging from someplace else and we felt as children in his shadow. Does that answer your question?""Yes, Zoe, it does," said Kyra. "Thank you."
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This reminds me of the last time I saw my favorite aunt. It was a week before she died of cancer. She had that aura of peace about her, and it was in her eyes. Without, within. Again, you demonstrate the ability to blend the beauty with the brutality. Your work has been consistently on a higher level these last few weeks.
How much love and beauty doth one man have in his heart and soul to create a world such as this...
one with open doors, an invitation for all who care to to enter into, to find characters with integrity, living, loving, remembering, dealing with their ups and downs as best they can, showing their Hynerian hearts of compassion and peace and love, letting us share in their fear, their tears, their joy, their love. These are not just words on a page, this is not just reading, information seen and understood so to speak, when such beauty we perceive as to be touched, hearts and minds are changed for always, we are more than we otherwise might have been, capable of more, more love, more giving. In showing us the beauty of your own soul through these creations, boundaries imagined are shown to be false, there are no limits, not any that can be considered, to the extent of which we can reach. Separate beings we may be, but when you write, when words flow from your heart onto these pages, the process of reading them could not be any more intimate. White on black has evoked every heightened emotion, to the same extent that life does. And it will never be silent, or fade, these words that you write, that much rhyme and reason there is to existence, that much symmetry and meaning, just as CC was a key and your expression infinite. Pure Light, so apt, you are soul shine, you are yellow, you are a living lantern, excuse my borrowing and lack of originality, but Papa is visiting, his face, his words, and I am in awe. How to explain reading this...it is in the question and answer, the consistency, Papa was Papa, and the answer as it was known to be. If that makes sense. There was a purity of being, for lack of a better way to put it. Your papa just was, pure light, as if love itself had cocooned him and he was shedding an old tired body. To walk in his tent was to walk into a clear, calm lake and you knew, I don't know how, but you knew... In turn, I don't know how, but you just do, write words that leave letters behind, write words that are not read but heard, not understood but felt, comments cannot be written but lived. I read this post some two hours ago and that light of love is still warming my heart, so reflective I feel it in my eyes, my upturned lips. Perhaps the best way to say it is that reading you is a complete experience, nothing gets left behind, and the beauty of that, the reachability, the drowning within your writing, is exquisite. Covered and flooded, the miracle of true expression.
Ms Storm, Your response to this piece couldn't be more exact in its critique. It is a master of the written expression who can evoke the thoughts feelings without, as you said, writing all of the words. Frankly, there truly aren't words for everything, but a master can create them without creating them. I am always excited to write with you. Oh, and Tré, hope you are more than well.
I feel as a blind man listening to two people describe the most gorgeous sunset. I am happy you find what you find in what I write. I get joy from that. I am sad that I cannot see it too. So, keep talking and I'll live it through your eyes. :-D
Thank you both for your very, very kind words.
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