“How open can you become? Will you empty yourself a bit more? I want to enter the recesses of the hidden spaces, and fill you with surprises.”
Soul does not ask.
Soul walks in unannounced, torch in hand and slides into the easy chair, Illuminating the room.
Oblivious to whether or not you are comfortable, Soul will It’s way.
Soul is on a Mission.
Meanwhile, the winged ones are perched on the fragrance of freedom.
~ Art by Flora Aube