Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
She – the mystery of
the consciousness depths –
searches for
her soul
among the whispers
of her hips.
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
She catches them –
those snippets of answers
dancing at the bottom
of the darkness.
Drudgingly, she creates
a mosaic of her gifts.
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
Tempted by the witch’s offer:
change, exchange, pact.
Will she swap her gifts for legs?
Will she find her place on the surface?
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
She gives them away –
too quickly, too willingly.
She emerges on the land
and follows this fake light
into the world
she doesn’t belong to.
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
There – no one sees her,
her magic, her beauty.
She is alone – unheard,
misunderstood,
mistreated,
disappointed.
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
She – the mystery
the consciousness depths –
sees clearly her mistake.
She doesn’t let it die, though.
She walks away, walks away
to live among
her new sisters.
Life flows,
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
They – the daughters of the air
welcome her warmly.
With them, she discovers
her gifts.
She accepts them,
and celebrates them,
offering them to the world.
offering them to the world.
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