Entry

Gates unwind with fury; gentle, yet in your skeptic mind, the feverish pitch of the ecstatic, whether opening or closing off one’s futility, agile are the fore bearers, you have carried many battles on your shoulders, it is no wonder that you ache.
Gentle winds purify the soul of sadness, Japanese maples turn a brilliant red, the utmost becomes a need of an army; needs to love and needs to affirm, giving and receiving the many invited into the army of inclusion.
Coincidence precedes the allocation of protection against destiny, destiny becomes a force that breaks open the heart, susceptible to illusion, all forces retreat in the face of the brilliant light of heavens, shining on the countless faces of the perturbed at night.
Closing on and off the great divide, the natural aspect of healing requires patience, love is a story in which the chapters of coincidence descend into inquiry, chapters following each other as if ducklings in rows, how does the strong behold the weaker part of the human self, shadows appear even to the strongest of us.
Cornered by the light of apparitions, the cornea belongs to a form of slavery that predates humanity’s potential, the ‘you’ becomes the ‘I’ and vice versa, plural to the eye’s escape, factors such as height determine one’s unique stature, yet, only in the heart can answer be found.
Anna Rozwadowska 2020
