Her Beautiful Face

When Truth shows her beautiful face,
awe is layered with recognition
giving the taste of a long forgotten sweetness
marbled with the pain of remembered dreams.
Soft eyes that miss nothing
Peer unblinking into your soul
She smiles even as she sees
those cracks that line your story.
Pleased only that you did not,
In vanity and fear,
attempt to hide them
under patches and paints.
Her swift movements and blunt words
make men into children
and children into men,
The brave who engage her
Find her conversation soothing,
Her caresses, though rough at times,
Ease the ache of shoulders
that have carried invisible burdens.
When her arms embrace you
and you begin to sway to her dance,
you understand
that hers is the dance of the stars,
the sun, the moon
It is the only dance that is.
In that one moment of recognition,
Swaying to the music of stars,
You know who you are…

About The Sterling LIne

Where does art end and life begin? I don't really see a distinction, but I try to consciously live each moment with enthusiasm, following inspiration where it leads, being open to possibilities and exploring the boundaries of myself, the world I live in and those I meet. Though I attempt to tread softly and respectfully, I often get clumsy, carried away with enthusiasm ... Woman, artist, force of nature and mother... Lives in the SF Bay Area.
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One Response to Her Beautiful Face

  1. rahkyt says:

    beautiful … epiphany …

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