Every image has a story
Small images trigger pain, thoughts drive feelings knowledge insane, calling one thing some thing sets thing for nu thing, breathing automatically feeling flow head losing brain acting dyspraxic, so another mission finding self leading mind into vision so lost so lost needing permission… step back sit tight Simple nature take flight.
Let me be… let me be, let me travel from land to sea, why oh why d’you put me here, this land around is full of fear.
The sea is where free energy flows, the water is, all I know.
Let me float with wind and tide, let me escape these humans who have no eyes,
No eyes to see what’s wrong, no freedom to feel their inner song, to shout out loud, to feel their soul, they just dig and dig inside their hole.
But when they realise they are in too deep, the sides to climb are just too steep.
So please release me from this tree and let me feel the water, surround me.
Life From the Dirt 