Heart spiked, entangled with Time ticking unabashed. Traffic lights and car bumpers keeping the frames from reaching destination. Anxiety, excitement, tired bodies and beating chests. The joyful calm of the gallery girls: Lani, Vanni, and Jeanne. Nylon strings and hooks, paranoia and obsessive compulsiveness. 120 minutes past the bidding time.
Then finally, the curtain rises.
Relief. Glazed Eyes. A soul's surrender. Gathering open hearts. Eyes, eyes, eyes. Beautiful. The flow, the wave, the Bliss, Bliss, blessed Bliss. Finally, the feathers collect, forming Wings. Here, the Wings, on my back. The birthing of something greater than me.
Maraming Salamat. Guitar strings, beats, and chants. Om Shanti. Words and Music blessing the dreams of Memory. This is how we scrape the sky with our fingertips. Wine sent by love. All sent by love. To Bacchus, Athena, Venus, Mercury, the literary gods; to God, the Universe, and the parallel-un-parallel galaxies. We collide that night of magic sparks fountaining.
Salamat, salamat, salamat. Cala.
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To all who came to grace the exhibit's opening, you have built with me a marble column in my personal history. That night was something for the memory's keeping. I never forget. Shanti.
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