The bird is flying, above amidst white clouds but the sky is turquoise, completely clear and hypnotic to my mind.
She spirals down, further to the ground, kind eyed, with a willowy call, she lands, completely composed, not a sigh or whisper heard by the wind.
The ocean ebbs, sand to sea, water to land, blood to body – Life.
In the beginning was nothing, then a silvery matter rose among all energies, it grew bigger and bigger, then a door opened.
Illusions fostered – what am I seeing, rainbows, colour, beauty, perfection, cycles, balance.
One imbalance created all imbalances. I am seeing spirals. I envisioned the bridge, and light on the other side – why am I unable to step across, and what is to be seen?
I have no idea, the time is not yet ready.