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My Colorful Contradictions: Performance Poetry
Shakespeare says “all the world’s a stage.” Have you given your Best Performance? Please Enjoy this Mini-Performance Poetry Collection. (Updated)
We will never know where every raindrop falls. All we know is the ground is wet. Accordingly, we can’t explain our contradictions (and we all have them) in a manner that will justify all of our actions. It’s not because we are human, it's because we have Souls.
Living Souls are on a mission to create and learn living from this thing called life. We play it forward and backward. We play it in the light and the shadows. We play it like hipster jazz and low-down dirty blues and all the notes in between.
We reveal the sad and happy. We reveal the beautiful and the ugly.
We live to learn from these contradictions — it is the art and science of playing in duality…
And the curtains open
Ti Lyon*, For Little Girls Who Hunt
My Mother taught me how to love
She also taught me how to hunt
I learned fast
because my father wasn’t there
to protect the Lair.
So she had to.
