somewhere beyond neverland

somewhere beyond neverland
collage by jennifer kiley
©jennifer kiley 2013
©transgraphics by j. kiley
poem in collage by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
01.06.13

somewhere beyond neverland by j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

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6 thoughts on “somewhere beyond neverland

  1. “Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a whole swarm of them floated up and down around me, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened in my backyard, too, if the magic was strong enough. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you’d have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

    If a baby deer frolicked out from between the buildings trying to cuddle up, I would roar. I wouldn’t bite it, but I would roar. I had my limits.” ~ Ilona Andrews, Hexed ~

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    • “Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?”

      “It is if you first become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower. It takes time, but once the butterfly lets its guard down, you can become friends quite naturally.”

      ” … I come here every day, say hello to the butterflies, and talk about things with them. When the time comes, though, they just quietly go off and disappear. I’m sure it means they’ve died, but I can never find their bodies. They don’t leave any trace behind. It’s like they’ve been absorbed by the air. They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world.” ~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, #1 ~

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    • Yes, it was very zen. relaxing. i am doing a travel through time in collages. In this one bringing back a poem I loved in the past and still do now, which has great significance. this one someone special gave to me. Thank you, Niamh, I do love your comment. jennifer 😎

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