The after session of rain and cumulous clouds
begins as the formation of red, orange, yellow; three principles of light,
conjuring the forgotten angels that populate our earth,
heavens are maintaining their composition while the world is violent,
peace is all that I seek.
Where attention flows so is the sacred being,
involved in the implementation of honorable sacrifice,
ends become conclusions and chapters in the books of beginning,
anger dissolves as one is colored into sparkling shades.
Grey matter involves a sense of depressive symptomology,
ethical vibrations eat away at the insides of humanity,
where love exists one does not behave in tumultuous ways,
where hate is, one belongs in the pits of anger.
The isolation of being free comes along with destitute and joy,
salvation at the hands of the root chakra, base involved in the undertaking,
sacred geometry that once was understood by the greatest inventors,
special to the common man despite the flaws in character.
In commonality, the experience of man is overruled by shadows,
selves that forsake the common place denominator,
contraptions that begin to starve loving attention into the face of life,
here is the highest vibration, leaking into the overruled facets of affection.
Love is the gatekeeper of emotion, stumbling blocks set on fire,
chronic overload in a sea of whispers amongst the waves of victory,
heaven forbid that one shall rise to the occasion, coalesce with winning victories,
actuality revolves around something that evolves as reality.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021