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" Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The mo ment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark. "


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Spring ( 7/7/99 )

Resting trees in the cool summer breeze
an old borken down wooden bridge stands alone
waterlilies whisper, leaves float with emotions
a garden so rich, so right, opens up my eyes
heart beats like a strong african drum, colors dance
capturing this true moment, lasting a lifetime it seems
sad memories drift into my head, from another time
with them, thoughts so pure, soul so peaceful
to find the freedom is easy, to live it will be a miracle...
Copyright, Gady, 1999


Thoughts of the Beach

There it is again, poor little thing
washed up onto my shores, drying to the bone
wind too weak, air too soft
I can't do much, yes it will die

And while I wait, there he is
a lonly old tree
with its creepy arms swinging slightly
its curved trunk sculpted by me
annoying image, soon to be over

And one day a child will play
with his buckets and toy cars
digging sharply into my brittle skin
he will always remmember and I will heal

And when the moon rises
it will come, take a deep breath!
every morning and night, with its foam and dirt
thinking that one day he will take me under
I don't think so my old friend, not tonight either

So starfish may wash up onto my shores
while old trees dance high up on the cliffs
and young children will play with toys
even though the tide always threatens to
come in and clean up my mess...

Copyright, Gady, 1999

Monet

Unknown horizon, matters not
peaceful huts, shadows dance
colors mix, trees swing
piles of hay surround
my home, my haven
sacred ceremonies
distant hillsides
harmony sleeps
quietly, open
fields capture
this moment.
Copyright, Gady, 1999

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