William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Mudpies, Fairies, and Make-Believe

Like every expression of the infinite, we, as a species, are always changing. In a sense, we’re here without having arrived, and never will arrive. Versions of us give way to other versions, none better or worse, each seemingly complete, yet not quite fully itself. We exist in a miracle of variety and diversity that’s playful in its very essence, part of a universal game of mudpies, fairies, and make-believe. Our thoughts, beliefs, and fears are the clothes we wear. Someday, perhaps, we’ll learn to be naked again, and rediscover our natural place in the world, and live in the sunlight of our own Easter morning.


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