Earthen title she nurtures the elements they drive her forth, water slides into our being we are all but creatures of nature, natural world spinning, love beholds our own prediction; from whence we came we shall return.
We shall care about the natural, the grass that covers parchment, so that when in the desert, our imagination paints the canvass of entitlement; be less so, less so.
Lighting our world sun asks for nothing in return, moon caresses our inner desires; what more can one ask for? Our innate drive makes forgetting far too easy a task, forget not her, elements and seasons coalescing into books; as inspiration for creatives,
Shall we imagine a space of darkness, where creation started, craters erupting creators conducting, see the light as you were born from the void, into which stars are born, into which souls fly with ease, into your eye of imagination; ponder black and blue for your relaxation; scientific proof of color creating feelings, void, there is never a void, never a space that you do not occupy, fly by, as if a bird, soar free you are free to partake, are you not?
Anna Rozwadowska 2019