Monday, 31 October 2016

That Which Is Not Yet Is

This bright light that surrounds, that has soaked, that is soothing is one with me. This cottony soft memory is a truth. I breathe, I hear it. A melodious tune played on the lyre flows in the air. We are all dancing to it.

A sea of dandelions… Running as if I have wings, golden wings, I cross the sea. When did I start swirling? A gush of harmonious wind surprises me and I fall down, laughing loudly.

The dream continues every time I quietly see this bright light.

Dandelions in the Sun by Oleg Riabchuk
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A Grey Building

In sickness I lay staring out from the window. All I could see was a few small trees and one big grey building. Shades of black, pataches o...