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The Painting is called ‘Red Ulu’ 2026, Oil and oil pastel on calico by Debbie Guinnane, https://www.instagram.com/debbieguinnane?igsh=ajRkOW9jOXRzeGp4
The body of a woman is a wild bird
She sings without words
Shuns the manuscript to permit all of life through her She sings the song of life as it shapes her
Would you like to hear her sing?
Would you surrender everything you think you are? Become the wind under her wings?
Become the bough on which she rests?
She speaks in tongues
Your languaged ear has never heard before Your language of measure
Your language of worth
It is your heart that hears her song, and You will be hollowed
Become a place where reeds will grow in a wind-kissed ink-blue lake A place where hills unfold under a great grey blue-black sky
Then, you’ll hear that wild bird as she sings in you She will unfold her wings and crack your back And she will peck your ribs and they will split
And she will make a nest of your sad bones
A place to seat your fledgling heart And, now this precious thing enthroned This too, then, she will tear apart.
Wow, this pieces was so incredibly powerful and so complex and complete that I had to read it a number of times to take it all in – this circle of life