Study on Silk

brought me back to my fine arts days… nice poem

the Inner Path

Draped with ease and casual perfection
revealing the stories of its path

its youth
the middle
now old age
…a process in progress

an intimate perception…

folds of firm softness form wrinkles from wear
faded chroma form new shades of muted beauty
worn edges transform into layers of strength

innocence consumed by confidence
concern displaced by comfort

an honesty, an openness
a blossoming fragrance
a freshness

a dichotomy of perception
casually draped on the wall of time


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