[MD] Painting

[MarshaV]

02/07    For all my complaining that the tiger guarding my hart has 
fallen asleep, it is quite the opposite.  I couldn't be safer if I 
were living in a convent imagining making love to a wooden 
cross.  Even in the painting, what is most "real" is the tiger.

02/09     Oh, oh, I've painted the tiger's eyes dark blue.

A call?  As one in a dream calls?

It's all ritual.  There's a point when you know that you are 
participating, but you have given up control.  It is 
surrender.  There is a spin of yin-yang.  And there's some fear in 
your belly, but it is a choice, like suicide and rebirth is a choice.







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DEFINITION of  Marsha, I, me, self, myself, & etc.:   Ever-changing 
collection of overlapping, interrelated, inorganic, biological, 
social and intellectual, static patterns of value.

The universe is uncaused, like a net of jewels in which each is only 
the reflection of all the others in a fantastic interrelated harmony 
without end.