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.
Posted by Cecile at 8:23 AM

3 comments:

  1. UnknownNovember 3, 2011 at 10:13 AM

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

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  2. AnonymousNovember 6, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    Beautifully expressed, Cecile!

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  3. AnonymousNovember 16, 2011 at 9:04 PM

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

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