Relics Of Flight

A woman is 'half a sandwich'. Until she is one, with that, that makes her complete, she is not. Whether you believe or nay...woman was made 'incomplete'. That vulnerability, is her grace.

We are none of us god, or goddess, in and of ourselves. Without the 'other', we are but half. Of Adam's rib, came woman...because, 'Adam alone', was sad. We are like a bird with one wing. We cannot fly, until we find the other. Nor, can we fly...'until 'we admit the other'.

We cannot stand, unto ourselves, alone, and claim that we are whole. Governments, proclaiming themselves whole, while rejecting one half, are neither complete, and will 'beat around', until both wings are broken, in the effort to fly, for the 'lift', will not allow their weight.

It is 'balance', of which, we all are 'halves', having not 'the way', within ourselves...alone. We are not, an autonomous machine, beautiful, and elegant, and cold, created to be worshiped for our 'self'. We are more, than self, you see.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: love birds, google pic