Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Awareness Dancing [Rev]
When moving my Charlotte Brontë-doll out of
the sun to protect her from the heat, I thought
of celebrities who imitate the unthinking state
they ascribe doll-existence; being hypnotised
to empty minds, plastic surgery to replicate a
Fictitious appearance; a doll as role model is
unthinkable though it fits a super-model’s life
parading while presenting an expressionless
face, drug-use to create emptiness if needed
as reported by the “enlightened” media
While MY dolls symbolise the greatest human
consciousness I admire: - the English authors
Charlotte Brontë and her sisters Emily & Anne
and Jane Austen - the sweet expression of my
Charlotte doll reminds of Jane Eyre’s fortitude
The doll representing Anne, the youngest, was
chosen for her starry eyes symbolising youthful
idealism, feeling compelled to share her insights
with everyone - my wooden doll symbolises joy
with her delightful smile - moreover, remember
Subatomic particles are aware in choosing for
existence, light and sweetness as they choose
harmony brought about by chaos spiralling into
Golden Section forms, creating beauty through
their being within everything, from sea-shells to
Great architecture, all particles joyously alive,
so how can all these people claim they want to
switch off their minds - to resemble dolls they
idolise when every single particle in everything
represents awareness dancing in pulsing life?
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