The big stones
That were uprooted
That were torn away
From their heavy comfort
The loose stones
That everybody fears
Know already
Even as they slowly turn
And are about to fall
With a thump
The peace
That will be here next.
The tree and the stones
Are closer to my eyes
That are in the body
My imagination
Takes flight
Disconnecting from the body
And the earth
The flight takes place in inner space
Which fills up with joy
And this is what
Creates the drawing.
Arising from the plain
Stones and dust
Become stars
Where am I going?
Why am I tearing myself
Apart
Which is impossible
Anyway?
intuitiveflow 
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