"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."  --William Shakespeare

Entries in The Invisibles (6)





I am a snail

who carries the labyrinth

of this city in my soul.


My soul is a labyrinth

I’ve journeyed to the core.

I’ve heard the twelve voices


turn to colors,

form petals

of the radial flower.


I was born slow.

I turned deep.

I begin to blossom.



Once in a while our posts will turn to our personal myth, the fruit of a years-long vision quest. What does this have to do with life in Paris? You’ll see!



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