Tiny crevices of wisdom.

At times the mind responds to images in ways which I do not really know.  

These sketches of mine, most of them on my notebook, one on newspaper,  that I colored and made into postcards,

 present images of people that I saw 

on the newspaper, magazines, internet...

One  thing that struck me afterwards is that all 

these people seem to have a silent appeal in their expressions.

I call them people from the crevices of the heart. 

Raising their eyes to Heaven,

 

 

 

in mute appeals against coercive forces.

 

Where absences, like snakes, slither across

 

  beleaguered  territories,

 yet, resilience,

 in eyes, like special flowers that bloom once in a blue moon,

 

spread their own moonlight.

 

Do we pass them by in the streets? 

Do we see them?

Do we hear his treads, soft as snowflakes?

 

With folded hands he seeks forgiveness, 

 

 

fluttering the flags of light

 

from the crevices they come....seeking our compassion...

 

 They are not different individuals, I realized, after painting these postcards.

 

They are all aspects of our own psyche.

 

Do we tell ourselves that it is okay to be our own selves? 

 

I realized I have to forgive  myself for not being perfect.

 

 Or, living up to any others expectation.

 

The landscape within me is shifting, changing...looking at different perspectives.

 

Through the tiny crevices come tiny bits of wisdom that makes me smile and learn every single day!

 

 

Linking to PPF

  Landscape within me

AJED