
Drifting Into Free
Music
The elders say- difficult to prove- that winged creatures also dream. The birds are lovers of heights, always searching out landing spots, never constant here at the foot of the human race. 'It's that they discovered a magical advantage...' they say, 'the sound of silence.' At the foot of the clouds the raindrops come earlier, it's true, and the silence of the sky is something unattainable for those who don't fly- we have never experimented. The dream of the birds was that man of them headed for a land where they experienced a similar magic to that lived by them. In the final analysis, music is the only human sound similar to that of silence.” ― Ondjaki, The Whistler
Circa. 2021
Other
Music
Wind Colours
The child spoke to the wind one day and all of a sudden could see its colors. Normally the wind is transparent and can only be felt or seen by the way it touches things. But today the wind had colors. “Why do you look so filled with colors, she asked the wind.” The wind didn’t know the answer. It tried to find out and asked the sun. “Dear Sun, why can the child see my colors?” The sun smiled and answered, “because she spoke to you.” © Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2020
Photograph
Impressionism/Poetic
Drifting Into Free
the other day the clouds burst open. my hair turned into braided raindrops. hair strands sharing cloud water. oval reflective drops of light in a brown forest. an earthly fullness around me. as early morning awakens. white against white. the clouds are smiling. drifting into free. © Susy Kamber All Rights Reserved
Circa. 2020
Other
Impressionism/Poetic