We each reinvent ourselves over and over within the divine play of our existence.
Remembering parts of the self that have been shut up or moved away from in an evolution of possibility or change.
The magnetism of our movement through life gravitates sentient bodies within our own trajectory to share commonality or growth, then part with a cross pollination or infusion of pooled particles.
We each are reinvented with every turn of tide and changing of mind.
‘Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw, and be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:
Rays that have wandered into Darkness wide return, and back into your Sun subside.’
The Conference of the Birds
Fariduddin Attar, (1177)
Man Ray’s, Le violon d’Ingres, 1924, taken from here
Image with quote stolen from the comment wall here