the birth of my imagination

This is several images taked with my new camera..with the macro and the wide angel too.the lady popping out of the egg is from a still from a quicktime movie of me danceing around painted blue..

i wrote a prose to go with this image..
early in the morning or is it really late at night?
its were i reside..when most creatures around me are dreaming..
i imagine..that their dreams are mine too..and this is my most magical time
rite before the sun rises..
the Tween time..
were it Appears..that nothing much is happening...
its so quite...
but i know many things happen here..
i feel a tingeling starting in my heart.
the birds start singing ...
and i lay in the grass in my yard and wissle back..
and sing them my favorte songs..
my neighbors must think im crazy..
but i dont care..
for me its just me and the bird singing alone there..
sometimes ill bring my singing bowl out and sing to them with it..
and it is clear...
They hear..
my vibration..
and we speak in a launguage
i can only feel..and dont need to understand..
they become louder as the singing bowl does..
and i feel so.connected to them..
It reminds me..
I am conneced to every creature..
person..and yes every..
THING..
This thought warms me..
and makes me feel whole..
when im there in the blu haze of twilight..
singing with the birds..
i think to myself..
if these birds can teach me how to sing..
maybe they can teach me how to fly..
and with a twinkle in my eye..
eye know someday..i will truely understand the power of my will
and when i do..I will crack this shell
that restricts me..
restricts my mind..
and i will manafest wings..
and FLY..