The proportions and style for this page have become a little obsession of mine. I’m starting to feel a bit of disdain for my perfectionism. Mevlana’s daughter has allowed me to use one of her alluring images for the header. I feel I’ve tainted its worth though. The original image caresses the eyes and guides them through the cracks and colors. I feel I’ve misused this, but I’ll leave it up to Her to decide.
M.
I’ve been looking for a space on the internet where I can run my writing rampant. Upon a lot of trial and error with sites like Blogger and Blog Spot, I’ve found my way here. These words are merely units put together to paint a feeling that’s projected into the reader’s perception. The writer/reader will inhale these dry codes of communication and draw exuberant images. At least, I hope so.
“Poetry is the palette where words are your colors. And the pencil traces on your abundant canvas never work.”
Though I won’t be sharing my poetry here, I’d like to think there’s something poetic in all forms of the written word. Through experiment, prudence, transcendency, and externality I hope to find reason and meaning in the written word. Knowing that someone is reading replenishes my substance profusely. And in an attempt to create beauty and art in words, your hungry eyes guide my hands.
M.
