Sounds from Within While reading "Sounds from Within", it have looked as if I am gazing at my own self-portrait. Wow! I like it, but that confuses me the most. You are writing nice and all you tell us is the truth that frightens me. I have questioned myself, what is my response to fairy tales - to GOD?
While reading the poem, I was comforted- lovely memoirs have revived...I would like to applaud, but that would mean I'm enjoying just at myself, and don’t participate in sharing the good message (I don’t help my readers to recognize themselves (God's love) in the eyes of each other , but not in a mirror.
These comments remind my diary, but that's not just personal writing. What is the place of an artist in our world? Is he just a viewer, or the secular priest?
It was fine to read, but it is awful to admit that – have I the right to enjoy at looking at a mirror?