Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Your world and mine

I have been visiting your world for all my life. And I did what you required of me. You have come to believe I am one of you. You believe I live in your world. You believe I am like you. But I am still a visitor. I go back to my world often, and cannot invite you to come with me. My world is invisible to you. And that is a pity, since you will never see the spiraling joy, the dark and silent deep, the wonder, the fascinating parts of the whole. And you will never see that in my world I am beautiful.


  1. I found this doleful in the beginning, becoming wonderfully uplifting by the end. It is also an eerily familiar outsider's point of view...

  2. Beautifully expressed, Cecile!

  3. Ah, but some of us know, in our innermost beings, just how beautiful you are, Cecile.