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    • Heather Alani

    • November 19, 2014 in Columnists

    With a paper and pen

    I found the secret garden
    rumi said
    starts where right ends
    ends before wrong begins.

    I found that garden with a paper and pen.

    As a child
    confinement to play
    with plastic creations
    merely left my imagination starving
    for a challenge. I had no flow if i could not create.
    Consider, conclude, erase and refine.

    I found my flow with a paper and pen.

    My mothers stories of her paper doll worlds
    magickally danced
    igniting my fire
    awaking my trance.
    With my paper and pen
    I drew my own worlds,
    No rules, dictations, sad endings or goodbyes.
    Truth was my truth, no reason for lies
    my imagination forged refugee
    In this beautiful place
    Preserving my innocence,
    granting me grace.

    I found strength in my mind with a paper and pen.

    My childhood play eased
    me into adulthood.
    When I went into the world
    I was saddened to find color blindness had fallen on so much of mankind.
    Do as I say, not as I do. Why is everyone doing what they are told to do?
    Physical slavery ended long enough ago
    Did we free our bodies?
    with our souls still caged?
    I am a soul with a body
    Not a body with a soul
    Man existing merely in shades of gray, black and white, night and day, wrong and right.
    I was astonished to fathom
    So, many had never been to the garden!
    It is adorned with indigo, brilliant oranges, fiery reds, no lie without exception
    every color you can blend.
    This tale I tell
    in a metaphorical way
    is as unique as a painting
    interpret as you may
    there is no right or wrong
    just a key to the garden
    welcome home, it’s been far too long.

    I transcended with a paper and pen.

    • Wonderful writing. Love it.

    • Really beautiful. Poetry isn’t my strong point… but this is lovely.

      • Thank you Debra! I have always like to write the song of Solomon! Lately, I’ve learned to key my metaphor down so it can be interpreted. This was just a status that flowed.

      • Maya North

      • November 20, 2014 at 12:01 am
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      I’ve been a poet since I was 15 and I hereby attest that this is absolutely brilliant. Glorious. Luscious. Evocative. Eloquent. I could go on. I’m so proud of you…

      • Kat

      • November 22, 2014 at 6:52 am
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      I love how you are finding various outlets of artistic expression to evolve and heal. I am your absolute biggest fan always.

      • It has been my recent revelation that my mind thrives off my creative side. Why was I using it in such limited ways? Pedicures? Ah, I want to be back in my garden! It’s for the old me, too. 🙂 Thank you, my love!

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