the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
Lovely! And a great photo too!I love the parenthetical - no rainbow's end. I always think that a rainbow only ever has a middle.
The kind of gravity which only forms when space-time is warped by another. Einstein love.Suddenly I'm thinking of binary stars. We see them as revolving around one another, but in reality, they are perpetually falling.
Thanks, Ello! I think rainbows are that strange revelation of the eternal and transient, in one brilliant stroke. I like embracing the contradiction. :) Einstein love--yes, Jason. That Great Attractor can do incredible things with gravity. And if those stars collided...;)
Oh I love this! I'm falling ....
Thanks, Billy! Don't hit the bottom...;)
Oh Sarah this is wonderful again. Evreything that everyone else said because they said it all first. :o)
Loved both the photo and the poem.
Thanks, Ruth and Beth! :)
Falling sensations are addictive, aren't they? I wonder why-- I don't think it should have evolved as a sensation associated with pleasure... Yet, it is. A conundrum of humanity.
Agree with Aine, there is something about a falling sensation...Lovely poem!!
I think there's a reckless defiance in choosing to fall. Surrendering caution. If we can suspend that notion of a hard landing. You're right, Aine and Chris. It's too enticing to resist. :)
wow, i realy like this one!
No treasure then, other than the rainbow itself...Beautiful...
Thank you, hotwire and Vesper! I love that this leap of faith spoke to you two. :)
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