Life is never constant.
Shifting, phasing, changing, moving, wandering . . .
Ignorance is born from refusing the inevitable.
What was never leaves us, as it never should.
What is must consume us –
But, not to destroy or overshadow
Now is now.
It is all we have.
Dreams push forward to a place where hope lives.
Treasure the possibilities, but be mindful of your grip.
Hold on, but let go.
Let the moment be.
Detail view of Ai Weiwei’s Moon Chest, (2008)
Big picture view of Ai Weiwei’s Moon Chest, (2008)
A series of wooden “chests” stand in a line across an entire room. Each chest has a strategically cut hole, so when the viewer looks through one end of the installation, the phases of the moon take shape.
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Words by: c.b.w. 2013
Photograph captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
Your words, as always, inspire me.
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Inspiring.
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Funny how a free write leads to the exact piece of wisdom that is needed at a given time. This gave me a lot of perspective while wading through last week.
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Intriguing piece of artwork.
Your poem was beautiful and inspires us never to stop growing, and wondering.
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That’s the sense I got while peering through the installation. Despite being so large and fixed, the piece was fluid and always changing. 🙂
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Love the poem… awesome.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Beautiful, C.B. Ai Weiwei may have to be given the “poetry muse” title. “Hold on, but let go.” There’s life’s paradox, path, and destination in your five succinct words.
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That phrase has been in my head for a long time. I seem to keep using it! Perhaps, my muse is trying to tell me something. 😉
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Fascinating piece of artwork – and of course your words inspire, as always. 🙂
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I love he elicits unexpected trains of thought. A free-write with Ai Weiwei is always full of surprises. 🙂
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