My eyes were closed. I was laying on the fresh grass surrounded by soothing sounds of the gentle wind and the sea.
I was floating through my mind ... and when the golden bird appeared high above the stream of barely conscious thoughts ...
... I entered the dream ... soon I was walking through a field of ghostly flowers under the threatening sky ... I met a dead friend that turned into a scarecrow ...
... and then the scarecrow became Jesus ... that was inflating ... and deflating ... like everything he represents ... the crazy world was breathing through its cycles ...
... the lamb was peeled and bloody ...
... ready for the celebration.
The blood gave birth to crimson butterflies ...
... and Jesus abandoned his working place.
I passed by some cranes ... or at least so it looked from my prospective ... the cranes were convinced that they passed by me.
I was wandering along the shore for a while ... watching the distant reality across the sea ... and then ...
... two wooden horses appeared ... ready to take me home ... as always in these ramblings on HIVE, all the photographs, artworks & edits are in all segments my work - THE END.
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