Tender Age in Bloom

I also am other than what I imagine myself to be.

-Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

I wake up alone, late.
Gravity and Grace are looking at me.

There’s sunlight coming in.
Outside the window there’s cold wind.

“Oh, hello, ladies,” I stammer to say.
Gravity looks at me and says:

“I’m not myself today.”
I can smell green tea (she feeds on light).

Grace is dancing around, half naked,
her young wings about to sprout.

“She’s a sweet liar,” Gravity says, ignoring me,
lacing her long boots, hair put up.

It feels like falling in love.

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(Photo by Ginger, tweaked around by moiself).

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Sweet, deceitful Spring is here again… (Maledetta primavera!)

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To come down by a movement in which gravity plays no part… Gravity makes things come down, wings make them rise: what wings raised to the second power can make things come down without weight?

Creation is composed of the descending movement of gravity, the ascending movement of grace and the descending movement of the second degree of grace.

Grace is the law of the descending movement.

-Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

Portrait of the Blogger as Dragged by Gravity and Visited by Grace After a Session of Weight Lifting