Who will she be, by: Marysia Wojtaszek

deeply connected to this question

by experience:

who will she be?

"She doesn't sleep. 

Dawn projects life on her walls in the form of temptation.To touch or not to touch, that is her dilemma. To reach out from the comfortable recess of darkness and feel the heat of naked being; to unfold in light; to burn until she bleeds: that is all she desires and all that she fears. 

Who will she be?

If she connects with light, loses all sense of anonymity, becomes consumed with emergence -

Who will she be.

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Poem & Image (C) Marysia Wojtaszek "

(facebok post)

Somewhere between

Somewhere

between the presence 
and absence of my being
I exist. 

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'Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.'

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Words & Image (C) Marysia Wojtaszek

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Photography, art ,quotes and poems by: Marysia Wojtaszek (facebook page)

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The gulls

write avian poetry
across a sea-stained parchment sky

it makes me cry

(C) Marysia Wojtaszek 2015

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

Albert Einstein

Inhabitation of Nature (Trinity) (C) Marysia Wojtaszek 2015

'The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.'

Henry Miller

(C) Marysia Wojtaszek

'If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.'

C.S. Lewis

The Horse Of Desire (C) Marysia Wojtaszek 2014

Cygnus olor -

No words are worthy
in the presence of a mute swan.
Grace swims in silence.

Poem & Image (C) Marysia Wojtaszek