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spool of siloam

how do you 
see it, friend
are you with
me or am 
i with you ?


what is the
answer, brother
did you lose
a boot or 
did you find one?


how do you
paint the stripes on 
zebra, neighbor?
black on white 
or white on black?


it's all in 
how you see it, friend
i see, you see
i know, you know
what i mean


Rene Foran ~ April 2011

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  1. It's how you see it Rene

    Are we friends?
    Are we not friends?

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  2. We are friends, BA :)
    We are friends.

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  3. Either way is ok. Love the way you see things...and write them down. Love the ambigram...my friend has one on her wrist. Works both ways!

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  4. um yeah...i see it...

    and everyone knows you have to paint both on a zebra...they are born blaze orange...

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  5. very interesting questions- reminds me of the book of i-ching when one man dreamt that he was a butterfly and then he asked- did i dream that i was the butterfly or that the butterfly dreamt that it was me.. nice one rene and i enjoyed calling your name haha!

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  6. I did not know that Brian! But then again, I'm not everybody. I am somebody :)

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  7. "Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
    Fled is that music-- Do I wake or sleep?"

    I keep you and Keats very close at all times.

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  8. I wonder if a dip in the pool of Siloam offers perspective as well as sight; your spool of Siloam certainly brought insight.

    Beautiful, Rene.

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  9. Am I in control of my brain or is my brain in control of me?

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  10. again, a masterful use of language!

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  11. Perspective is everything. Open perspective is priceless and wise and maybe the secret to a happy life.

    Love this piece. Thank you!

    Cheers,

    Casey

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