The soft lines of ploughed earth
End at the foot of the hills
Where the flow of green
Red in the sky warns you
That it can turn black
And even here
At the beginning of your trip
Where you can touch the earth
With bare feet
There is a branch across your path
Are you sure you want to go?
And the river speaks for you
I did not like this drawing so much and it lay on the table for a while.
The “reading” was so simple and straight forward. You just describe what you see and you have the meaning.
So many times it is like this, in life too, that the secret is hidden in plain sight.
It is about resistance: The fear of moving in your flow. If you want to flow, change the subject of your trust from habits to love.