Newer collection ... thank you... Icons and other pieces... Icons timothy r gates, 8/29/2014 symbols without substance, letters and numbers - not pictures. up and down, looking, from what point? Icons, painted and windows, go through one without opening - broken glass, bloodied picture, or system crash. and Elohim rested on the seventh day. a six day work week is tiring. words adrift, trgates, 9/01/2014 heard indifferently as breezes brushing past, through, hair. stop. Sometimes we stop, and listen. Pausing between myriads of vowels, consonants, hard and soft accents, in between the breaths. Here, for an exhales moment, we hear. I looked into the mirror, then it came to me, the light was not anothers reflection.-- im sure that someone said this somewhere. -- heres one that inspires this perception, an ancient quote, you are the light of the world...let your light shine. Blessed are those fallen Asleep timothy r gates, 7/21/2014 matters not the sign were born under, anothers born under another, sharing the same evenings light. we gasp for that first Breath. some gasp for their last. sharing the same inhale, exhale, we know eternitys rest in between the Breaths. Loves reprise, loves refrain trgates, 8/22/2014 baptism seems to arise, conversions necessary, unnecessary this non-elusive word arrives, again. Mothers frankness. never ran from questions, adolescent pubertys inquisitiveness, even when asked with language never used by her. She just answered. Funny, yes it is, this frankness and generosity came, again, not to be missed by a queen daughter, sharing much with Grandma. baptism seems to arise conversations, my breaths pause, both convert me, again. Loves reprise, loves refrain.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 14:18:39 +0000