Wednesday, June 17, 2009

"My mind"

My mind is ripe,
My thoughts densely filled
Like black seeds nested
In orange silkiness of papaya
Trying to follow the path
Between the shadows of
My past lives
At least, that's how it seems,
All that existed before us...
I lost my way,
Left my reality,
Somewhere behind me,
Walking and holding hands with
Your shadow...
Silence is speaking many languages,
And finally one is becoming
Awakening sound to my ears...

2002
©Mirjana Cesar

"Drawers 40"


24x36

Acrylic painted fiber collage on burlap with wood beads and wood sticks.