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Confessions of a Supermodel

Category: Eve Moore Monday, 03 May 2021 Written by Eve Moore

Confessions of a Supermodel

It is hard being looked upon

as an archetype of beauty.

Of peace.

Of balance.

Of alignment with

what is. All that is.

Just as it is —

standing straight

and tall, ready

to be seen.

It takes an inordinate

amount of help.

Help from planes

and experiences

and people who

offer more than

a hand bringing

our best self to

the light, they

offer mirrors.

Reflections

of how we

step forward

in the world

watching our

every move.

Not in a way that

incurs judgment

— far from it in the

truest sense — rather

in a way that seeks

to learn how be

just as…

held.

As if by

a string,

pulled up

high, higher,

even in the

discomfort

of standing

out, of rising

so high above

an average line

drawn in the mind’s

understanding of what

is possible, and

improbable.

A state of mind>matter

that oft skips the beat of the

heart, the eyes of the heart,

which see the latest

fashion of empire’s

new clothes for

precisely what

it is; that gets

that the grass

is only ever greener

because all else that would

grow among, within its emerald

field has been eliminated

by the biohazard

of blindness.

A weed

by any other

name delights

just as sweet.

We are marvels

at seeing through

such matter, matters.

Even as we doubt

the finer points

of our view.

None of us

is average,

though we’ve

been taught to

see ourselves

to be unlike

ourselves,

just like

everyone

else.

We are

nothing

of the

sort.

Each a

masterwork

of untold brilliance

and imagination

that defies

defining.

A work that

is performance

piece, whose art

is ever in progress,

ever entangled with

the art making all

that lives and is.

We are the stroke

of Da Vinci, sculpt of

Michelangelo, swirl

and color of Van Gogh,

arrayed of Picasso, craft

of Gaia, lit by Solaris,

breathed of god/dess,

strung by the heavens.

Kronos tells us we

are getting old,

kairos shows

us our beauty

ever unfolding.

We model

what it is to

be large as

the cosmos

and as small

as a neutrino

whose mass,

though close to

zero, is not zero,

nor its value, for

it is the stuff of

a supernova.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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