|
when the woman loses her ground
what's left is the sky often with stormy clouds but a room to fly she is drifting legless wingful whimsical creature without understanding i am thinking of the word "becoming" being. and coming. with the necessary rooting in the present moment and, by that, coming to the new. to be in the new when the woman is flying she needs nothing. only the sky with the stormy clouds. legless and wingful with no understanding needed as textures and thoughts and colours and light dissolve |
Music © Sławek Jaskułke
© Agnieszka Olszewska