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This image has been entirely digitally painted from scratch with Procreate tool as it has emerged from my own being.
*It seems the light has opened the dream.
The creatures of Power slowly parading the Sun.
Hanging from Nowhere the body unmoved,
but moving inside the eyes of splendor.
Naked, a Tree of Wisdom burning in core.
Homely, the branches performing the Soul.
Rooted, the Paradise of uncertain truths.
Airy zone of Comfort….my feet cold.
Breathing aside the perfurmed earth,
heaving with lonesome slowliness.
Too far to hear the stumping..
too close to balsam the pores of innocence.
Too much light to keep behind the eyelids.
Curtains of warming blinking like wings.
They say you may become blind,
when staring to that King…of Old.
I have proved that tears soothe the burning,
I have proved that tears clean the seeds.
One by one, pushing elements of muscle,
always driven to the East, spiritual concerning.
Rolling around a motion of Heaven,
the horizon seems like a golden lid,
of a magical box of Life-Death-Life,
cycling the leaves that would not grow.
Their hissing, pressuring inside the twigs,
like my amazed heart suspended and warm.
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved